A bowl of longevity noodles, eaten cleanly, and even the soup was not left.

Fenghua held his chin and looked at him. When His Highness of the Ghost King raised his eyes and smiled, he bent his lips and said, "How is it?"

Ying Ye was silent for a while, his long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and he raised them up slowly, saying, "It's better than the Queen Mother. I have never eaten it again since Queen Mother passed away..."

He looked at her, his eyes seemed to be bright stars, his bright lips as bright as flowers were slightly curled, as if he was trapped in some memories, and his luxurious voice was slowly.

"My mother is the legitimate daughter of the Shentu family. She is from a Chinese family. She has been dipped in spring water since she was a child. Even if she combs her hair, she has a special maid to serve her. But every year when I celebrate my birthday, she always cooks herself and cooks a bowl of longevity noodles for me. It tastes not good, but..."

He will never forget it.

I will never forget the bowl of longevity noodles his mother once made for him.

He has also received family affection and was deeply loved by his mother.

"Win Ye." Fenghua crossed the table, reached out to hold his hand, and whispered: "I will make you longevity noodles next year, huh?"

Is this a promise?

Ying Ye curled his lips and smiled.

This smile is brilliant and shimmering, dizzying.

He replied softly: "...well."

"Ding! The target character wins the night, favorability level 5, strategy completion level 90!"

"By the way!"

Fenghua suddenly remembered something and asked: "Your Highness, do you have a very similar appearance to Queen Yaoguang?"

Ying Ye was stunned, then nodded, pursed his lips and said, "My appearance is eighty-small similar to that of the queen."

The fire in Fengyi Palace was sixteen years ago, and he had already remembered it.

Even if the child is naturally aware of forgetting, how dare he forget each other when he was young?

He always remembers the appearance of his mother.

Ying Ye's sharp and thrilling beauty has seen Fenghua, which shows how beautiful Queen Yaoguang is.

Fenghua sighed in her heart that her beauty had little life, raised her hand and took off His Highness the Ghost King's mask. The dim room actually became shimmering.

After carefully examining his face for a moment, Fenghua always felt something was wrong-

After thinking about it, her eyes lit up slightly.

He stood up, moved behind His Highness the Ghost King, and took off his jade crown with his hair.

The ink hair, which is as silk as silk, suddenly slid down like a waterfall.

Now, the beautiful and sharp beauty was softened by the long ink hair, and it actually showed a bit of magnificent beauty that was indistinguishable from male and female.

Fenghua scooped up a strand of ink hair from His Highness the Ghost King, bent his lips slightly, and outlined a touch of unknown meaning in his careless smile: "Your Highness, do you dare to take a gamble?"

Ying Ye was stunned: "What..."

*

The towering palace is deep in the courtyard.

Tonight, in addition to the Ghost King's Mansion, there were also people in the Qin Palace that couldn't sleep all night.

In the Dragon House, the bronze lamps are gone, and the palace is quiet.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, it's time to rest." The eunuch who served Emperor Qin for half his life bowed slightly to the desk, presented a cup of ginseng tea, and couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

Emperor Qin did not raise his head and said, "Put it down, you can go down."

"yes."

The eunuch retreated, and Emperor Qin no longer had the intention to review the memorials. He threw away the cinnabar pen, closed his eyes, and pinched his eyebrows.

Tonight, somehow, I was a little restless.

What day is coming?

Emperor Qin recalled.

...Shentu Yaoguang's death day.

He suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!