Chapter 444

Shen Zhiqiao's lips wriggled and looked at him without talking.

Qi Muzhu smiled again. The smile was like a mask he carried with him. There was no temperature and no favor. He bowed slightly and said, "if the empress is nothing, Muzhu will leave!"

When he finished, he hung down and did not move, as if he were really waiting for her order.

Shen Zhiqiao's heart tightened and said he didn't feel bad. It was a lie.

Maybe it's her illusion.

She always felt that every time he said a word to her, his face was full of irony, and the light in his eyes always seemed to have a trace of hate.

He has the look of Xiao Si, but after all, he is no longer the Xiao Si she knew at the beginning.

With a slight breath, Shen Zhiqiao nodded.

Qi Muzhu shook his fist slightly, got up and left without looking back.

Looking at his back, Shen Zhiqiao's breath was depressed and his eyes were astringent.

Qiang Huan didn't know when she came to her and asked her in a low voice, "Mom, are you okay?"

Shen Zhiqiao blinked, turned to look at her and pulled the corners of his mouth, "I'm fine."

"But..." your eyes are red.

Qiang Huan wanted to say, but she had turned her head, walked forward, hurried to follow up, and didn't speak again.

The man who walked resolutely suddenly stopped and turned to look at the owner of the shadow he had been hiding in his heart. His heart was aching and hating. At the same time, he was also nostalgic and missing.

She has not changed, not even old, but still looks so good. If there is any change, she will be thin. When facing him, she will no longer hold his arm, poke his arm with a smile and say: our little four has grown up!

Isn't it? If you don't want memories, you can live better!

The lips are bitter and astringent. I finally took a look at the people in my memory and turned to leave!

……

Yuxiu palace.

When Shen Zhiqiao went, he happened to meet nanjue. Song Shilian and Zhen Xiang came out of the room.

Seeing Shen Zhiqiao, the three just nodded at her and respectfully retreated to one side.

Shen Zhiqiao nodded back and was ready to go in.

Thinking of something, Shen Zhiqiao turned his head and looked at Qiang Huan who had taken over the tray. Seeing her face red, a pair of eyes couldn't help glancing at Nan Jue standing on one side.

He shook his head slightly. Shen Zhiqiao turned to look at nanjue, "nanyushi, are you free now?!"

Nanjue was stunned, took a step forward and arched his hands. "Please, madam."

That's free.

Shen Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows. "It's almost noon. It's time for even Yu and Qinghe to finish class. Can the Royal historian of laonan take them to Yuxiu palace for lunch?"

She said something.

Not only Nan Jue, Zhen Xiang and others were stunned.

In the past, the successive tasks of Yu and Qinghe were either Zhen Xiang or herself.

When did nanjue go?! But also the presence of Zhen Xiang!

Shen Zhiqiao pretended not to see the surprised eyes of the people and said with a smile, "there is a royal historian of laonan!"

Nanjue's scalp was numb by her "hard work" one by one. She quickly replied, "nanjue is going now!"

Then he strode out.

"Wait!" she called again before stepping down the stone steps.

Nanjue pulled a corner of his mouth, turned around and hung his head, "what else can I tell you?"

"Nothing," said Shen Zhiqiao, taking the tray in Qiang Huan's hand, "huan'er, go with the South censor."

This also felt strange Qiang Huan understood immediately after hearing this.

His face turned red. He pinched the corner of his clothes and whispered, "madam, I'd better accompany her."

"What?!" Shen Zhiqiao glared at her. "I'll accompany the emperor. It needs you to get in the way. Don't go quickly!"

Qiang Huan's black thread glanced at her nanjue in embarrassment, bit her lip, turned around and answered, "yes, mother!"

Shen Zhiqiao pursed his lips and made a deep sound.

Watching her little daughter-in-law walk towards nanjue, they left one after another.

This just lightly relaxed a tone, looking at the Qiang Huan slightly leaning behind nanjue.

My heart sighed for her.

Nanjue has a sense of belonging and has been single for so many years. We can see that he is an infatuated man. However, his infatuation is hated.

In her opinion, it is impossible for Qiang Huan and him. It is not that Qiang Huan's identity is not worthy of his nanjue, but a man like nanjue. She is not sure whether she can fall in love with others.

If not, Qiang Huan will not be happy with him.

However, she thought to herself, although Qiang Huan can't be with him, at least there can be some memories between them, which is also good.

"Zhi Zhi, what medicine is in your gourd?" the voice was low, magnetic and pleasant, with helplessness.

"How does it taste?" Shen Zhiqiao sat on his lap, his eyes shining, watching him bite a mouthful of black rice cake.

Tuoba Yu slowly tasted it and frowned. His expression was more or less disgusted.

Shen Zhiqiao's face immediately collapsed, "is it so awful?"

Tuoba Yu threw his mouth and put the black rice cake he had only bitten into the cake plate in front of the desk.

Shen Zhiqiao's eyes darkened and became bored. "Tuoba Yu, at least I made it myself. Even if you feel terrible, you can't give me face!"

Tuoba Yu looked at her bleak little face with a smile and pinched her slightly bulging cheeks, "did I say it's bad?"

Shen Zhiqiao opened his eyes. "Then you frown and curl your mouth. It's not bad. What's it?"

"Oh" Tuoba Yu smiled softly, surrounded her gradually mellow waist, put his pointed jaw against her shoulder, deeply smelled her hair, closed his eyes and didn't speak.

Shen Zhiqiao twitched the corners of his mouth and pushed his shoulder.

He took her hand again.

His hands are big, warm and dry. Being held by him can reassure her.

Shen Zhiqiao's heart softened. He looked down and saw that he was tired between his eyebrows. He felt a little unbearable and distressed.

He sighed gently, reached out to draw his shallow frown and whispered, "forget it, I don't care about you. I recognize it."

Tuoba Yu listened to her whispering. The corners of his mouth gradually elongated, slowly opened his eyes, suddenly pulled down her face and printed her red lips on her thin lips.

Put your big hand around her neck and press her in his direction.

Shen Zhiqiao blushed and was forced to clasp his shoulder and accept his kiss.

After a long time, he finally let her go.

Both of them were panting.

Tuoba Yu looked at her ruddy little face, kissed the tip of her nose lovingly, gently hooked her head close to his neck nest, gently rubbed the back of her neck, with a slightly hoarse voice, "have you tasted it?"

Shen Zhiqiao's eyes were blurred. He looked up at him slightly from his neck. His eyes were puzzled, "what?"

Tuoba Yu hooked the hair in her ear and looked at the black rice cake on the table.

Shen Zhiqiao looked at him, his eyes flashed and understood.

The blush on his face was even worse. Shen Zhiqiao pursed his lips. Sure enough, he tasted the sweetness of cakes.

"This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten." Tuoba Yu kissed her mouth. "As long as you make it, I love it!"

It's so disgusting!

Shen Zhiqiao trembled, his heart was warm, but his mouth deliberately hurt him, "I know it's slippery. It's so delicious. You'll eat it!"

Tuoba's eyelids jumped.

Eat it all!?