Love Scourge Nirvana Robbery: A Thousand Lives of Love - Chapter 927

Han Mingfeng hurried back to the palace. He kept feeling the fake pear palace, but he didn’t see Ning Lan. His heart was suddenly nervous.

“Where has the princess gone?”

“Tell the king that the princess went to the imperial dining room.”

Royal dining room? Why did she go to the imperial dining room?

Han Ming was annoyed at the maid’s reply: “King Gu ordered you to serve the princess, but you let the princess go to the imperial dining room by herself?”

As soon as Ning Lan came to the door of the fake pear palace, he heard Hanming’s grumpy voice coming from inside. He couldn’t help picking up the corners of his lips. As soon as he entered the fake pear palace, he saw Hanming who was striding out and couldn’t help saying, “as soon as he came back, he would shout so loudly, but it would scare the emperor.”

Hanming immediately reached out his hand to stop Ning Lan and walked carefully inside. As he walked, he said, “it’s snowing outside. It’s cold and slippery. What if he falls? You can tell them to do anything.”

“Since you know it’s snowing outside and the weather is cold and slippery, why do you go hunting quietly? If it’s cold, won’t it delay the state affairs?”

After listening to Ning Lan’s words, Han Ming’s heart unconsciously warmed: “are you worried about me?”

Ning lanbai looked at Han Ming with a bright smile and said, “who needs to worry about you? Your martial arts are so strong. Do you need others to worry about you?”

“There was an unexpected situation. I’m not sure. I accidentally fell into a trap…”

Ning Lan raised her hand to hold Han Ming’s mouth, interrupted Han Ming’s next words and said, “I don’t allow you to talk nonsense.”

“Don’t worry! I have to protect you and the emperor. I will never allow anything to happen to myself.”

Ning Lan took the cask from yun’er’s hand, took out the soup bowl put in the cask and said, “drink this first.”

“This…”

Ning Lan said intermittently, “it’s spicy, but it can prevent wind cold.”

“You went to the imperial dining room to cook soup for me to prevent wind cold?” Ning Lan didn’t answer Han Ming’s question, but made a color to yun’er.

Yun’er immediately withdrew. Without a moment’s effort, several palace maids came in with insulated wooden barrels. The originally empty table was filled with delicious dishes, most of which are Han Ming’s favorite.

PS: 2 more.