Yingsi still wanted to say something, but Yingshi tugged at his sleeve and gave him a subtle look.
If you intervene, Shadow Seven’s fate will likely be even worse.
Ying Si could only hold back, but her eyes still remained fixed on the direction of the young man.
As if sensing his gaze, the other person raised their head slightly, looking at him. Their beautiful almond-shaped eyes held a hint of reassurance in their depths.
Yǐng sì didn’t know why, but a sense of calmness settled over him. A bit of dark humor crossed his mind; if Yǐng qī had angered the Prince again and suffered some skin-deep pain, he would just bring him medicine like last time.
The incredibly handsome man’s expression grew even more somber, his knuckles almost turning white as he clutched the rosary beads. His voice became icy cold: “Shadow Four.”
Ying Si bowed her head: “I am here, my lord.”
“Have I been too lenient with you all? For a mere Shadow Seven, you dare to defy me?” Bai Li Mo’s narrow eyes held a chilling coldness.
Ning Shu didn’t know that wanting to let others taste the flavor of hot pot would cause so much trouble. He couldn’t help but speak up, “Your Highness, this is all Shadow Seven’s doing, Shadow Four and the others are not involved.”
To my surprise, Bai Li Mo’s face turned even colder. His gloomy eyes fixed on me, and he smiled sarcastically: “In just a few days, your relationship seems to have improved considerably. Even I was kept in the dark.”
Yingliu sighed, and proactively said: “I am at your disposal, Your Highness.”
Shadow Two follows after.
Ning Shu regretted a little. If he had known that a hot pot meal would make Bai Li Mo so angry, he definitely wouldn’t have made this decision. But now, regret was useless. The man in front of him was simply unpredictable, to put it in Ling Ling’s words, just a psychopath.
You’re crazy, what are you even bothering about?
The boy thought silently to himself.
Ning Shu knelt in the room: “Your Highness.”
Mo Bai Li smiled, but his eyes didn’t. “This king doesn’t know if you have such abilities. You just used a strange dish to win people over.”
His narrow eyes held not a hint of amusement.
Ning Shu’s heart skipped a beat.
He forgot that this was ancient times, in Bai Li Mo’s mind. This person had a very poor impression of himself and didn’t completely trust the people around him. Perhaps he even thought in his heart that he had ulterior motives or was a spy.
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Bai Li Mo’s face was expressionless: “Oh?”
“I’m not sure about that, you seem to remember things from your childhood very clearly.”
Ning Shu gritted her teeth: “I only remember some.” She hesitated, thinking to herself that even the always cold Shadow Two had been conquered by the hot pot, maybe Bai Li Mo could also… So she mustered her courage and said: “Your Highness, would you like to try some? Eating hot pot can warm your body.”
Bai Li Mo sneered: “Do you think this king would eat these peasant vegetables?”
Ning Shu was slightly stunned, thinking to herself that her homemade hot pot was rather simple and not very visually appealing. So she quietly shut her mouth.
A breathtakingly handsome man looked down at her with a sneer, “Although I don’t care for these trivial things, I want to see what means you used to make Yingliu and the others so bewitched.”
Ning Shu was stunned again.
He felt something was off about what she said, but he couldn’t figure out what.
But the man said so.
So you’re saying it means wanting to have hot pot? <<<
Ning Shu was about to say something when she saw Bai Li Mo’s narrow eyes looking over, and he coldly said, “Have this king personally have another one made.”
He thought Bai Li Mo might have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Ning Shu wasn’t angry, even if the other person didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t dare let the esteemed prince eat leftovers.
I’ve just made a new pot of hotpot, it’s been half an hour now. This time I got all the ingredients, and it looks much more appetizing. It’s making Ning Shu a little hungry.
He clutched his stomach and looked at Bai Li Mo with pleading eyes, but he didn’t have the courage to speak.
Instead, Bai Li Mo glanced at him and said faintly, “You prepared so much, do you want to make this king suffocate? Why don’t you come and help this king solve some?”
Ning Shu blinked and sat down beside him.
Bai Li Mo took a bite and frowned.
The young man, seeing this, couldn’t help but ask, “Your Highness, how does it taste?”
He remembered he had it under control, and it shouldn’t have too much of an impact.
Bai Li Mo didn’t speak, frowned, and took another bite.
Ning Shu saw that he ignored her, so she could only eat by herself.
Soon, he heard the labored breathing of the person beside him. He couldn’t help but raise his eyes to look.
I could see the man’s brow furrowed, with a bead of sweat trickling from his temple. His thin lips were redder than usual, and he swallowed hard. His eyes seemed deeper than before.
Ning Shu showed a puzzled expression.
He stared at Bai Li Mo for a long while, his heart couldn’t help but flutter. Could it be that Bai Li Mo couldn’t eat spicy food?
Ning Shu felt like he had seen through the truth, and he couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Who would have thought, the fearsome and terrifying Ghost King, is actually unable to eat spicy food?
At that moment, the man’s narrow eyes narrowed and looked over with a frown, saying, “What are you laughing at?”
Did he smile?
Ning Shu pursed her lips.
But he really couldn’t help himself, controlling the expression on his face, the young man looked at the person opposite him and said, “Your Highness…can’t you handle spicy food?”
was exposed on the spot.
Bai Li Mo’s expression darkened immediately, he stared at the young man with a frosty face.
“Were you intentional?”
Ning Shu quickly shook his head. “My subordinate doesn’t know if the prince can eat spicy food.” He thought for a moment and said, “If the prince can’t eat spicy food, he can dip it in some water, which will be much better.”
Fifteen minutes later.
Ning Shu watched as Bai Li Mo frowned, eating the hot pot with water dripping onto it. She couldn’t help but say, “My subordinate now understands and will specially prepare non-spicy food for Your Highness in the future.”
He thought for a moment and said, “We have a type of hot pot in our hometown called鸳鸯锅. One side is not spicy, and the other side is spicy. You can choose to eat the spicy side if you like it, or the non-spicy side if you don’t.”
But then he saw the man put down his chopsticks and looked over with an unclear expression. “A double-sided pot?” He raised his lips slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “You’ve really put a lot of effort into this. Don’t you think I’ll be impressed by you?”
Ning Shu was taken aback, not expecting the other person to misunderstand. She couldn’t help but explain, “Your Highness has misunderstood, a鸳鸯锅 isn’t only for couples…” She paused, realizing she was in ancient times, and corrected herself, ” It’s for husbands and wives… Even if there is no relationship between them, they can still eat it together.”
To my surprise, Bai Li Mo’s expression turned cold: “So you’ve eaten this with many others?”
Ning Shu didn’t know the other party would turn their face so quickly, she was a little confused.
However, he hadn’t actually had hotpot with many people. It was probably during the Lunar New Year when Ning Xi and her parents were happily together, and he couldn’t stand his parents nagging him at the dinner table, so he ran out alone.
Then one person ate hot pot.
Mo Bai saw that the young man remained silent, thinking he agreed. The expression on his face grew increasingly gloomy and frightening.
He eyed the youth with a cold gaze. The other seemed lost in thought, his lips red and inviting from the hot pot he had eaten. It made one want to leave some mark upon them.
The man’s eyes changed.
It grew dark.
When Ning Shu looked up, all she saw was Bai Li Mo’s gloomy and uncertain stare.
I couldn’t help but jump in fright.
The later hotpot couldn’t be finished, there were still a lot left, it was a pity.
Ning Shu thought.
At night, the boy went to warm the ghost king’s bed as he always did.
He lay on one side, thinking about today and how he had upset Bai Li Mo.
This psychopath, will he have a nightmare at night and then stab him to death with his sword?
Ning Shu thought silently to herself, then fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know when.
He felt a hot body pressed against him.
Ning Shu couldn’t help but open her eyes, noticing the pair of large hands that held her in a powerful embrace.
Then the burning breath washed over his neck.
gave me goosebumps.
Ning Shu wanted to turn around, but those big hands held him in place. He couldn’t move, and his heart skipped a beat.
I wonder if Bai Li Mo is thinking of killing him.
Just as Ning Shu was so uneasily thinking, he sensed a head heavily falling onto his shoulder, accompanied by scorching breath.
The young man couldn’t help but speak up: “Lord… King?”
Ning Shu wasn’t sure if the man was awake or asleep, so she softly called out.
Bai Li Mo didn’t speak, but with a single hand, he grasped the back of his neck. That icy hand sent shivers down his spine.
Ning Shu couldn’t help but shiver.
A man’s voice came, coldly interrogating him: “What did you put in there today?”
Ning Shu endured that goosebumps-inducing tremor: “My subordinate doesn’t know what Your Highness is talking about.”
Mo Bai Li sneered, that big hand slightly tightened, and whispered: “Ying Qi, do you really think this king wouldn’t kill you?”
Ning Shu didn’t know what she had done wrong again. Thinking of the other party’s suspicion, she desperately defended her innocence: “Your Highness, if I poisoned someone inside, why haven’t I shown any signs of poisoning myself?”
Mo Bai Li’s scorching breath grew closer.
“How could I possibly know if you took any medicine beforehand?”
Ning Shu only felt a huge pot had fallen from the sky and landed on his head. Could it be that someone truly managed to poison Bai Li Mo without anyone knowing? He was slightly startled and immediately said, “Your Highness has been poisoned? I’ll call for the imperial physician.”
Despite his small frame, he still couldn’t break free from the man’s grasp.
Bai Li Mo let out another muffled grunt, then pressed him down, leaning in close.
He tore off the clothes from beneath him.