"What do you think?"

Zhao Cuo listened to her trembling voice, inexplicably wanting to tease the somewhat innocent widow of the late emperor, and his voice unconsciously contained a playful tone that could be heard as malicious.

"Yan'er won't give it to you... but you are not allowed to treat me as a random woman."

She suddenly felt so strong again, even her words were full of anger, but she still lay in her original position and did not move.

"I was the one who was abrupt."

The emotion in Zhao Cuo's eyes soon returned to calmness. As an executioner, he did not want to break the law without knowing it. According to Dayu law, this was a capital crime. Yan'er's calmness now was a sign of trust in him, and he did not want to be looked down upon.

own.

"If I say yes, will you pounce on me immediately?"

Yan'er asked cautiously again.

"Do you want to try it?"

Zhao Cuo turned his head and looked at her charming side face with a smile.

"Yan'er just wants to practice normally!"

"Then hurry up."

Zhao Cuo opened the quilt and sat up, lowered his head and looked at her little face carefully, only to find that her red eyes were a little moist.

"You're not going to cry even if you're a little bit frightened, right?"

Young Master Zhao said with a slight headache.

"No……"

Yan'er raised her white jade arms to cover her eyes, her lips, which were redder than roses, moved, and finally whispered:

"Aren't you going to drink the soup your sister made for you?"

"Of course I drink."

Although Zhao Cuo felt that her mood was a bit wrong, because he was used to the cry-loving temperament of this childish young woman, he said casually without taking it seriously.

"This is what my sister Changxin who loves me the most stewed it for me late at night. I have to drink it without leaving any drop, so don't think about getting a share of the pie."

"Woo..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of sobbing.

"You're going to cry even if I don't share the soup with you?"

Zhao Cuo looked at Yan'er in shock as he began to wipe away tears.

"certainly not!"

Madam Yan took her fair-skinned hands away from her face, revealing a scene of pear blossoms with rain, and glared at him fiercely with crystal fox eyes.

"Isn't it just a bowl of hot soup? Yan'er was tired of drinking it before. My mother would make it for me every day..."

As she spoke, she started sobbing again, turned around and ignored Zhao Cuo, her round and fragrant shoulders trembling up and down.

"You……"

Zhao Cuo immediately realized that she was moved by the scene, but he could not empathize with her and could only reach out his hand and gently rub her long, silky hair.

"Stop crying. If you keep this up, I won't be able to sleep in my bed. At worst, I'll give you a sip of the soup. Can't you?"

"you go!"

Listening to his insincere consolation, Yan'er suddenly felt even more sad, and even started to get angry! She turned over and sat up, threw herself at Mr. Zhao, and greeted him with her thin arms and legs without any politeness.

.

"You ask for a beating, right?"

Zhao Cuo raised his palm as a threat without any gentleness at all.

"Stop hitting Yan'er!"

Mrs. Yan, who had long been suffering from psychological problems, cried even louder due to her heartbreak, panic and embarrassment.

"No fight, no fight..."

Zhao Cuo had a splitting headache. He knew that this idiot couldn't be forced to cry, so he had no choice but to pat her beautiful back lovingly.

"Why are you as bad as that woman named Zhao!"

She lowered her hands and grabbed the hem of Zhao Cuo's clothes, sobbed and buried her little face in his arms, and confided pitifully with sobs:

"Yan'er can't wait to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin! Five years ago, something happened to my father, and my mother couldn't bear to go with her. At that time, I wanted to see them off in the palace, but that bad woman refused. I didn't even go to the palace.

If you enjoy the national fortune, even your parents won’t have time to serve you.”

"Yan'er's life is really suffering. Can you please stop crying? I'll give you my sister's soup."

Zhao Cuo rarely spoke softly. He knew what words would work at this time. Women are magical creatures. When they are sick, the advice to drink more hot water is obviously effective, but they prefer to listen to "It's so pitiful. Let me hug you."

you".

"You are not allowed to call Yan'er~"

She opened her hazy purple eyes with some embarrassment.

"Then why don't you stop crying?"

Zhao Cuo felt that it was too difficult for him to be a cultivator. He obviously asked her to come over and practice together, so why did he end up trying to comfort the little girl?

"Cry for a while and stop crying..."

She lowered her head again and wiped her tears on Zhao Cuo's clothes.

"Then you cry slowly. I'm going to drink soup."

Zhao Cuo raised his hand in disgust and tried to push away this stupid young woman who was wiping her nose and tears on him.

"Didn't I say to give the soup to Yan'er?"

She pursed her lips and said.

"I'm just trying to coax you... I can just give you a small bowl."

Zhao Cuo was worried that she would cry endlessly, so he could only reluctantly part ways with her.

"come on."

He pulled Mrs. Yan, whose figure was so plump that it was out of proportion to the pure tears on her face, to the table and sat down.

"Wipe away the tears."

Zhao Cuo took out a handkerchief and scratched her delicate face a few times without politeness.

"Don't you know anything about pity and pity?"

Yan'er did not resist but expressed dissatisfaction.

"Um."

Zhao Cuo ignored his complaints and opened the lid of the soup pot on the table. After taking a look, he hesitated.

"This is sea cucumber lean meat soup. Do you want to drink it?"

"why not?"

Yan'er looked at him strangely.

"Give."

After confirming that she really didn't know the function of the soup, Zhao Cuo picked up the only small bowl, filled it with soup and handed it over, while he blew directly into the pot.

"Your sister's craftsmanship is really good."

After taking a small taste, Yan'er immediately praised it.

"Isn't that natural?"

Young Master Zhao, who was drinking soup with a spoon, responded.

"She must be so kind to you because she wants to be the young lady of the palace."

Yan'er said confidently.

"Can't eating still stop your mouth?"

Zhao Cuo was too lazy to argue with her.

"laugh……"

Yan'er suddenly laughed happily. She put down the spoon and raised her hands to hold her face. A sickly smile extended from the corners of her mouth to her cheeks. The widow of the late emperor tilted her little head with a silly and naive look on her face, and her face was misty.

The faint purple eyes showed confusion.

"Your sister was sitting by the bed talking to you just now. She had no idea that there was another woman under the quilt of her favorite brother. Even the soup she brought was eaten by Yan'er. It feels so good to steal other people's things secretly, Yan'er.

favourite……"

"Stop it!"

Zhao Cuo knocked her on the forehead with black lines all over her head.

"Aren't you only targeting the Queen Mother? My sister has not provoked you, and you are not allowed to have fun with her."

"Don't hit Yan'er on the head!"

She stared at Zhao Cuo with a sullen face.

"Then I'll fight somewhere else?"

Young Master Zhao looked unhappy.

"One more...one more bowl!"

Knowing that she was powerless to resist, Mrs. Yan picked up the bottomed soup bowl and brought it forward.

"This pot of soup is already stained with my saliva."
Chapter completed!