In the hall, Murong Hao has been waiting for a long time.

"Lord." Yan Ruolin owes a debt, bows his head and dare not look at the man in front of him, with red frost on his face.

"well, I'm looking for you to ask if you want to bring something to the emperor's grandmother when you're going to enter the palace. Although there is everything in the palace, it's always a little thoughtful." Murong Hao stood up and looked down at the beautiful woman. The little red cheek could not help but bite.

"really? I was just discussing with Xiao Yun. I want to take some sweet osmanthus cake...