The host is forced to marry every day

Nie Chi listened to her chattering voice, looked at the gradually piled dishes in front of him, but just smiled and didn't speak.

It wasn't until Yuan Yao picked up all the dishes for him that he moved the small plate in front of her, "Your Majesty, eat, I can't eat so much."

Yuan Yao suddenly felt a little pity, but she couldn't force him, "Then you can pick whatever you want, don't be polite to me!"

After finishing speaking, she ignored him and started eating by herself.

Nie Chi picked up the chopsticks, but didn't pick up the food immediately.

His gaze shifted from those delicate dishes to her slightly drooping slender eye feathers and small Qiong nose, and finally landed on her bright red lips covered with a layer of water, and paused slightly.

In the last meal, Yuan Yao ate to his heart's content, but he put down his chopsticks before taking a few bites.

Yuan Yao picked up the napkin, wiped her mouth, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Huang eats so little, is it because the dishes don't suit your appetite?"

Nie Chi picked up a cup of tea and took a sip before saying indifferently, "I'm not hungry."

Yuan Yao couldn't believe it, "Uncle Huang worked so hard this afternoon, how could he not be hungry?"

As she spoke, she instructed Xiao Shuanzi again, "Go and ask the Imperial Dining Room to cook some dishes and deliver them."

Little Shuanzi still didn't move, but Nie Chi sighed slightly.

He looked at Yuan Yao helplessly, but his gaze softened, "I'm really not hungry, Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about it."

When Yuan Yao heard what he said, she didn't insist anymore, she just muttered, "Well then, if Uncle Huang is hungry, I'll go back to the Palace and eat some more."

Nie Chi shook his head with a smile.

His eyes fell on the few tea leaves floating on the surface of the tea, and then changed the subject, "Your Majesty's tea is pretty good."

Yuan Yao was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously blurted out, "Uncle Huang likes it, so let's bring some tea back too!"

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Nie Chi looked at her with a smile in his eyes, but didn't speak.

Only then did Yuan Yao realize that she seemed to be too diligent.

There is no way, although she wanted to give him the throne, she is still the emperor at present, and she always asks him to help her deal with her duties. In fact, she is also a little guilty.

It's just that Nie Chi doesn't seem to need anything, so she doesn't know how to reward him.

Yuan Yao racked her brains for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to her mind, and she thought of something.

The best reward, perhaps.
She picked up the teacup, took a symbolic sip, and then casually asked, "How old is the emperor?"

Nie Chi glanced at her, "Twenty-three ministers."

Yuan Yao touched her chin when she heard the words, and pretended to be deep and said, "Uncle Huang is a bit old."

Nie Chi paused, put the teacup on the table slowly, then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty thinks you are old?"

Yuan Yao shook her head, "Why would I think Uncle Huang is old? It's just that Uncle Huang is of marriageable age."

"Oh?" Nie Chi had a smile on his lips, "Then what does His Majesty mean?"

Yuan Yao coughed, and then officially cut into the topic, "The emperor's uncle should also marry the princess. If the emperor's uncle has a favorite woman, you can tell me, and I can marry you."

As soon as her words fell, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

Yuan Yao looked around in a strange way, shrunk her shoulders, and murmured softly, "Why is the weather suddenly getting colder?"

There was a vague smile on Nie Chi's lips, but his eyes were extremely cold, "Perhaps it's because His Majesty has done something wrong that made him feel cold."

Yuan Yao immediately retorted, "I have done nothing wrong! I have always been aboveboard!"