Chapter 15: My little girl 5

The number was warm and stunned, and a small face was raised. I saw a thousand inks glaring at her with a touch of laughter. The warm little mouth moved, and it seemed that it was rare to have a courage to bow down and kiss him on his face. One bite, and quickly bowed down, red face with a small face buried in his arms, did not dare to move.
The lips of the person are delicate and soft, and they are on his face. Although they only kissed each other, they seemed to let the thousands of inks sweep through the fatigue of the whole day, and they smacked their lips with satisfaction, and they slept with petite people.
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On the two days when Shibuya was recuperating in the Yuyuan, he heard another news that the female slave of the palace was now free to enter and exit the bookstore of the king.
"Princess, can't you let a female slave ride on your head? You go to the palace of the palace and still ask for the prince, she is now free to enter the bookstore..." Abi could not help but replace Gu feels quite uncomfortable.
It is one thing for Yu Wang to favor a female slave, but it is another matter to let a female slave enter the bookstore.
In the North, the king is also a person who has the right to sway, so that a female slave can enter the bookstore, if any military secrets are glimpsed... The most important thing is that this female slave is still the princess of the past, who can There is no disagreement when she guarantees her?
Shibuya sat on the swing in the yard and basking in the sun. He slowly drank the soup in his head and hand. After drinking it, he gave the medicine bowl to Abi. This was quite a sigh. "But four." Uncle seems to like her very much."
Abi: "The meaning of the slave is that you can't persuade the prince, but you should always give the female slave a color to see, otherwise she will put the princess in her eyes?"
Shibuya gently frowned, looked up and looked at her, thoughtful.
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When the number of warmth held the book and looked at the front of the bed, someone knocked on the door. The number of warm thoughts was that Qian Qianmo came back early today, and put down the book to open the door and see the people outside the bookstore. A bit.
It’s Shibuya.
The number of warmth bowed slightly, "His Royal Highness."
Shibuya saw her blocking the door and coughed softly. "Can you go in?"
I don’t know if I can, but I haven’t said it before, but I haven’t waited for her to answer, and Shibuya will walk around and walk in.
On the table, half of the bunches of grapes were eaten on the table, and a few books were booked, one of which was turned over.
"Are you reading here?" Shibuya picked up the book she had turned over and looked at it.
The number warmed up.
Shibuya looked up at her again, raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose and coughed twice. He said, "Can you give me a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea?"
The number of warmth looked at her and nodded: "The princess waited a moment."
When the warmth went out, Shibuya went to the bookstore behind the screen and looked around. He opened the bottom lattice and found a letter. After carefully watching it for a while, it was certain that she wanted Looking for something, this was re-closed on the grid, out of the screen, and the letters were pinched in a warm book.
After the warmth came back, she gave her tea. "Princess please drink tea."
Before Shibuya thought that the number of warmth was getting more and more favored by the four uncles, he would swell up and not put her in the eyes, but at this time she saw that she was still humble and small, and her heart was balanced.
Shibuya sat down and drank a cup of tea, and thought of something, and asked casually: "I heard that you used to work in the backyard and go to the embroidered room to wait?"