Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1542 The little maid of the retarded prince (17)

  The system stared at the red line on Bai Weiwei's wrist, and then it brought out the repair box.

  Where did the scissors go? This red line is a hidden danger after all.

   Not only back to modern times may be struck by lightning.

  Stumbling across the plane, more importantly, it will speed up Bai Weiwei's emotional fermentation and increase the burden on the barrier.

   Still clicking.

  When the system pouted its **** and looked for the scissors.

  The pork belly was ready, but of course it was burnt accidentally after Bai Weiwei's hands.

   Burnt is burnt, and the taste is okay, at least people can eat it.

  Bai Weiwei gave a piece of pork belly to Ning Jiumo.

  A big man, skinny, living a miserable life.

  Ning Jiumo is very well-behaved, sitting quietly beside Bai Weiwei, asking what she feeds him, even if it is burnt food.

  He also found that burnt bitter taste delicious in his mouth.

  Bai Weiwei felt that she had really raised a retarded son.

   Ning mentally retarded rarely had a good day.

   Delicious clothes, soft food, taking care of his little maid.

   Even if he is stupid, he still knows that this is really good.

   Such a beautiful day is easily passed.

  At night, Bai Weiwei searched for more candle oil lamps and found a large bottle of lamp oil.

  She lit the lamp, and lit a few more candles, and finally the palace was lit.

  Bai Weiwei had a leisurely life, so she searched most of the palace.

   Also pulled out a large box of books, which may be well-preserved, and there is no dust on the books.

  Bai Weiwei had nothing to do when she was free, so she casually picked up a book and flipped through it.

   She has no objection to the vertical typesetting of characters.

  After traveling through so many ancient planes, she is used to these things.

  Ning Jiumo lay obediently on the bed, quietly covered with the quilt, and stared at Bai Weiwei who was reading with lowered eyelids.

  He pursed his lips, a little uneasy.

  He couldn't bear to fall asleep like this, for fear that she would disappear when he got up tomorrow.

  A simple and stupid mind has only one simple thought.

  She gives him good food, plays with him, and makes him comfortable.

  She is the best person in the world.

  Seeing her sitting by the bed, he couldn't help stretching out his hand from under the quilt, and then secretly grabbed a tassel on the belt of her palace skirt.

  The skirts of the lower court ladies all have the same style.

  In order to make people in the palace look festive, they all wear pink dresses.

   Only higher-class court ladies can change into a few more sets of different skirts.

  Ning Jiumo used to see these court ladies in skirts as if they were seeing a scourge.

   But looking at Bai Weiwei, she realized that she looked better than anyone else.

  Ning Jiumo silently learned another word, good-looking, good-looking people.

  Bai Weiwei noticed that her belt was tightened, and she glanced at his hands calmly.

  His fingers are very thin, but the shape of the knuckles is very delicate and beautiful, and the fingers are also slender like bamboo. If they grow a little flesh, these hands alone can amaze others.

  She turned the pages of the book and suddenly asked, "Your Highness, do you want to listen to the book?"

   This is a book of poetry.

  Bai Weiwei got it randomly, and there are all kinds of books in those books.

  Even the top ones are some old antique books that are very esoteric and need to be studied.

  Ning Jiumo didn't know any books, but he was afraid that she would walk away, so he immediately widened his eyes and nodded dryly.

  Bai Weiwei smiled softly, she flipped the pages of the book casually, and read the lines softly.

  The ones that are more obvious and easy to understand are nothing more than the gentle lady and gentleman's love, or the so-called Iraqi people on the water side.

  (end of this chapter)