"I'm hungry." The old lady crossed her arms to block the front, and Meng Qiao was only angry.

"I'm hungry too!" The woman protested loudly, she always felt aggrieved when she was in Rongwang's Mansion, and she wanted to go back when she came out.

"In that case, let's go cook." The old lady spread out her hands and fell on the grass again.

"I don't know you, I'm leaving, hmm!" Meng Qiao turned sideways to her, for fear of startling the snake.

As soon as the woman turned around, her lips were covered again!

The white and tender chin was forced to rise, and a pill was forced into the throat without ambiguity and swallowed in the stomach!

"What did you give me?" The old lady's hand was too strong, and Meng Qiao struggled for a long time, but he couldn't pick his throat.

"It's just poison." That's it? Isn't that a fatal thing?

She knows how to heal and not be poisonous, but it happened suddenly, and she didn't taste it at all. No, it's that thing doesn't smell!

"Cook for me obediently, and I'll give you the antidote when I'm full." The old lady hugged her arms quite leisurely, Meng Qiao bit her lip and stared, she couldn't bear it!

"There's nothing here, it's hard for a good woman to cook without rice!"

Time waits for no one, and it takes until dark and can't find the way back.

"No." The old lady stretched out her hand and pointed to a thatched hut in front of her.

Meng Qiao wiped his sweat with his sleeve and walked tentatively over there. Although the thatched hut is broken, it seems that she lives here all year round.

"Where's the stove?" The woman picked a handful of seasonal vegetables from the backyard of the thatched hut and found that there was only a single bed and a table and chairs in the room.

"It's right at hand." Although the old lady has gray hair, her ears are very good.

Meng Qiao looked around blankly, but found nothing.

"Don't go any further, it's a stove pit!"

The old lady was anxious and swished to her feet from the grass.

Meng Qiao almost hit it when he looked up, the stove pit was like a small cave!

"How can you cook so high?"

"The ladder is over there." The old lady stretched out her hand and pointed that there was a wooden ladder next to the hut, and she had to use a ladder to cook?

"I have no grudge against you, why do you do this to me?" The woman's eyes were round, and she was already full of anger.

"I'm hungry."

"Stinky girl, don't forget, you ate my unique secret poison." The old lady was very leisurely, and happily picked up a dog's tail from the grass and put it in her mouth.

Meng Qiao stomped his feet angrily, strode up the ladder and placed it next to the pot.

Fortunately, the bottom of the iron pot was not too high from the stove, and the woman picked up a pile of firewood from the hut and stuffed it into it.

The washed vegetables were thrown into the pot as if they were sprinkled with green onions, Meng Qiao glanced back at her, brought rice and vegetables from the house, climbed the ladder with considerable effort, poured it into the pot and added some water.

Meng Qiao rubbed his sore arm, stepped back from the ladder and started to burn the fire.

The stove was tall and narrow, looking like a chimney from a distance.

"Ahem, ahem." Even the firewood was like a bully, and there were bursts of smoke, and suddenly there was a fire, almost burning her eyebrows.

The sun was already about to set, and Meng Qiao finally served the hot meal, and with great difficulty fell down the ladder.

"Is this a dish or a meal?" The smell of burnt was particularly strong, and the old lady woke up quietly.

"What do you think it is, it's what it is, the meal is ready, give me the antidote!" Meng Qiao squatted down and begged bitterly.

"It's like it's poisoned." The old lady was very disdainful, and a pot of rice burned more like a pot than a pot.

"Ginger is still old and spicy, but I have that thief heart and nothing, you don't even have salt." It's impossible to mess with you!

"Humph!" The old lady snorted coldly, but still refused to take the meal, Meng Qiao was really helpless, and put the basin on the ground.

"If I was really a bad person, I wouldn't have left you alone then."

Meng Qiao's words fell, but he saw a smile on the old man's face. She was hungry, but she would give her everything to eat.

"Let's go, it'll be dark in a while, it's not poison."

"What?" Meng Qiao's eyes widened suddenly.

"How can there be such a poison that doesn't work, the meal has been prepared and has not yet attacked." The old lady pursed her lips triumphantly.

Meng Qiao found that she was definitely a beauty embryo, although her hair was gray, but looking at her cheeks and facial features, she knew that she was definitely a great beauty when she was young.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Meng Qiao didn't want to argue with her. One is because she is an old lady, and the other is because she is a strange old lady, and arguing with her until tomorrow morning may not lead to the result.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, Meng Qiao ran away, and she really didn't chase after her this time.

King Rong's mansion has already turned upside down, but she doesn't know it yet.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates have already found out some news. Meng Qiao was seen on the street with a white-haired woman, who later disappeared. Meng Kai reported truthfully.

"Keep looking!" The man's tone was cold, his fists clenched, and he paced back and forth.

"Yes!" Meng Kai clenched his fists and retreated.

The man seemed to be getting more and more untenable, and as soon as Meng Kai left, he pushed the door and went out.

"Lord Wang." She was afraid of the dark, and even though she was very tired, she didn't dare to stop and rest.

The woman gasped for breath, and almost fell to the ground the moment she entered the palace.

The man's handsome and athletic figure stood in front of him, giving people a warm and down-to-earth feeling.

"Lord, Lord, are you angry?" The soft and pitiful voice rushed into the eardrums, deep into the bone marrow, and the popularity of those who listened to it had already disappeared by half.

The original white and tender little face has been smoked into a flower-faced cat, mixed with a tired face, which looks very pitiful.

The man didn't say anything, and twisted himself awkwardly.

Running all the way back, the woman was already tired, kindly helped others, and the food was robbed, and she only ate one meal a day. Meng Qiao felt a little hypoglycemic, dizzy, and extremely weak.

The woman sat on the ground, right at his feet.

"What are you doing?" The man squinted, his heart very complicated.

"I sent an old woman home, and then I got lost, and I came back so late." The woman lowered her head and was listless.

"This king still thinks that you can't redeem yourself and want to escape."

"How can it be, the prince is so good to me." The woman grinned, her jet-black face whitened with braided teeth.

"Go get her something to eat." Ouyang Rong turned his head to look at the guards stationed at the gate of the palace.

"Yes!" The guards were surprised and took the order.

The guards serve food to the family? The treatment is also against the sky.

The housekeeper stood aside and blushed for a while, this kid has some ability, and he really slapped the essence of the ass.

"Lord Wang, you are really the best person in the world!"

As soon as he heard that he was eating, the weak body didn't know where the strength came from, Meng Qiao stood up with a swish, looking up at the little black face, and his mouth was very sweet.

"How did you get your face?" The man stretched out his hand and poked it, and his fingertips were stained with a lot of black ash, and his little face suddenly turned white.

The woman bit her lip and was very aggrieved.

"It looks like it's smoky." Meng Qiao stretched out his hand and touched it, and his hands were all black.

At this time, the palace was already in the palm of the lamp, and the bright lantern shone on the face, like a little goblin.

"Go wash up!"

"Yes!" Meng Qiao nodded and went straight to the back garden.

"Wait!" He hadn't gone far before the man suddenly turned around.

"Lord, what do you command?" Meng Qiao was defenseless and turned around playfully.

"You don't always bathe in the garden stream, do you?" The man beast paced with steady steps like a prey.