Lulu probably knew that he had a lot of homework.
He was also fawning over the Crown Prince.
"Brother Jiang Jiang, are you tired? Brother Jiang Jiang, are you hungry? You have worked hard, you have worked hard ..." The little girl stepped on the stool and climbed onto the small sandalwood chair, her small hand on Lu huaijiang's shoulder gently massaging his legs.
Lu huaijiang's hands were numb from writing, and he felt that children's homework was too boring.
At this moment, seeing her attentive appearance, he found it a little interesting.
left side, yes, hammer more ...
right side. Yes, harder ... Lu huaijiang teased the child as he wrote. At night, eunuch Lu made him some ginseng soup.
There was a big, soft chicken leg in the pot.
Lu huaijiang didn't have any desire for food, but he felt the burning gaze behind him and deliberately took a bite in front of her.
The chicken leg was tender and juicy, and the soup exploded in his mouth with a bite.
