✓Imperial Favour

Chapter 20

Tang Zhuozuo stiffened in shock, and then a piece of hibiscus noodles was slowly reddened, and her back was pressed against the cold wall, causing her skin to get thin lumps.

The court lady **** who had followed them stopped a long way away. Huo Qiu was dressed in a prince's gown, his face was immersed in golden light, like the unparalleled God of War on the portrait, tough, cold, and even with Tang Zhuozhuo. There was brilliant golden light in his pupils.

She was stunned for a moment.

"His Royal Highness!" After the reaction, she was embarrassed. She pushed her hands against Huo Qiu's chest, and then looked around vigilantly. There was no one in the palace, and only the sun shattered unscrupulously.

Her voice was sweet and unspeakable. Huo Qiu gave a low smile, his eyes swept across her face close at hand, and her well-knotted fingers stroked her delicate chin.

"Now that you are afraid?"

There was a layer of small lumps in the place where Tang Zhuozuo was touched by him, his eyes flickered and said: "Your Highness... someone is watching."

Huo Qiu felt that she was so cute and tight, but he also knew that the time was wrong, so he sighed inwardly and put down his hand calmly. Tang Zhuozhuo's stiff body relaxed, and he smiled flatteringly at Huo Qiu.

A faint fire suddenly ignited in Huo Qiu's eyes, and the fingers hanging on the side of his clothes moved, his voice was low and dumb.

"Dare to tease again, go back and pack you."

So until Tang Zhuozuo and Huo Qiu walked to the gate of Changchun Palace, her face was still hot, and the man in front of her robe was windy, and his back was straight as a bamboo, without showing a half-different expression at all.

Tang Zhuozhuo gritted his teeth, this man just had a shelf on his face, but he was really faceless and skinless.

There are people everywhere in this palace, and he is really not afraid of harming his prince's fame.

Tang Zhuozhuo felt light for a while when he walked out of Ci Ning Palace. Somehow, the hall always gave her a feeling of depression, like a body floating in the clouds and a big stone sinking in his mind.

"His Royal Highness." Seeing that the gate of Changchun Palace was closed tightly after turning a corner, Tang Zhuozuo suddenly thought of something and whispered to Huo Qiu who was three or two steps away from her.

When he looked over, Tang Zhuozuo walked to him and asked in a low voice, "Will Daddy come for the palace banquet at night?"

Huo Qiu raised his eyebrows, "Officials and Marquis above Rank 4 will be there."

He paused, his eyes a little complicated: "Homesick?"

Tang Zhuozhao nodded slowly, her bright eyes darkened, and she narrowed her mouth and said, "I haven't seen them for a long time."

"Your Highness, are you at odds with the Sixth Prince?"

Tang Zhuozhuo wanted to slap herself before asking, she actually asked a question that the whole world knew.

They and Wu are in the mirror of her, but to elicit the next words.

Huo Qiu's steps stopped, the cold on his face was wanton, the deep sword eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes fell in her clear eyes, and said: "He is not right in his mind. See you later."

He also remembered the woman in Ci Ning Palace staring at Huo Qi without blinking.

Tang Zhuozhuo nodded clearly, and muttered to himself: "No wonder the eyes of the Sixth Prince and Concubine to me today are not eyes, nose, or nose, so it can be explained."