Murong Ling was really surprised.

The taste of pills is a bit irritating. As an experienced pharmacist, she can easily identify several kinds of herbs, all of which are used to detoxify. It can be seen that these pills are the antidotes he took after his stupidity. Unexpectedly, he has become a little fool, and can cleverly hide pills and destroy evidence, which is much smarter than ordinary children.

Even if it's stupid, it's a smart little fool.

She felt distressed and strangely proud, and asked him, "where have you lost all the pills?"

"In the lotus pond of the royal garden." Li cangmin again put bits and pieces of small things into the little tiger's stomach, even those black pills did not let go, "I go in and out are holding cloth tiger, maids and aunts have no doubt."

Murong Ling couldn't help laughing. She had an answer to her doubts. "Did you take out the little tiger's ass?"

Her eyes were full of ridicule and embarrassment. Li cangmin felt embarrassed later. Her white jade face was tinged with a blush, and she coughed softly. She said, "my mother is not good at sewing. The stitches of cloth tiger are not tight. Before long, a hole was leaked in her buttock, which is just able to hide things. It gradually becomes my treasure chest."

Murong Ling can't help but pick up the lipped and toothed xiaocang, holding the small appearance of cloth tiger. It's a contrast with today's paralyzed face. Meng is so happy that she laughs and collapses in his arms. "Well, it's really smart, your highness."

Li cangmin didn't know that she was teasing him. She was a little embarrassed, but more of it was her irrepressible tenderness and love. He knew that she was trying to comfort him.

He stroked her smooth black hair and saw her smile with rosy cheeks and misty eyes. He could not bear the slightest idea of charming swaying. His heart was as peaceful and peaceful as ever. He was like a ship returning to Hong Kong and finally found a refuge.

Murong Ling was a little tired with a smile. Of course, it might be that Li cangmin's arms were too warm. After a long night's fatigue, she finally hit her. She couldn't help yawning and fell asleep. "I'm so sleepy. I'll go to sleep first."

The skin on her face is extremely white and tender, and the indigo naturalis under her eyes is very obvious. Because of sleepiness, her eyes are still covered with blood. She has just returned to her body, and her spirit and body must not fit well. When she was supposed to be closed, she accompanied him to the palace to say hello and stayed up all night.

Li Cang min immediately distressed, holding her to the bed, gently put her down, "sleep."

Murong Ling grabbed his hand and said, "you accompany me." He certainly didn't sleep all night. Although it doesn't matter that the friars don't rest, it's a waste of energy. Rest can always nourish the spirit.

Li cangmin understood her idea, took off her shoes and lay down with her, holding her waist and whispering, "OK, sleep."

But Murong Ling was not at ease at the moment. She seemed to be a little girl with a small temperament. She lengthened her voice and said, "I want a little tiger to sleep with."

Li cangmin is funny and helpless, made Yuan Li grab the cloth tiger on the table and put it into her arms, with a voice of doting and tenderness that he didn't even notice, "now you can sleep peacefully."

Murong Ling, holding the soft little tiger in her arms, gives a gentle hum. She always feels that she hugged Li cangmin every other time. She can't help bending her beautiful Phoenix eyes and pecking at the man's face quickly. She immediately closes her eyes and murmurs, "sleep."

Her eyelashes are thick and slender. She blinks gently, just like a butterfly. Li cangmin can't help touching the attacked cheek, as if with soft temperature. Her lips can't help spilling a smile. She embraces people in her arms, smells her unique fragrance, and gradually enters the dreamland.

It's just the right time.