"Oh, Yu'er, the way you look, is this action too violent? Always be gentle, pay attention to the attitude, pay attention to the mood! ”

Covering the torn shirt with both hands, Nangong Wang Ye shouted with an aggrieved face.

Throwing the pile of clothes on the couch, Xiao Yu simply withdrew his hand, hugged his arms and smiled:

"Well, Yu'er actually knows very well that it is not easy to get another reward from the prince. Yu'er simply gave up. Lord, please change your clothes slowly. ”

Before the prince of Nangong could answer, he heard someone outside say timidly:

"Master, this meal has been prepared, the slave has been densely covered, and placed in the food basket outside, if the master is free, please take it over to eat."

"Got it, let's go down."

Prince Nangong regained his original rough voice.

Glancing back at the changeable prince with some puzzlement, Xiao Yu couldn't resist the temptation of food, or walked over gently and retrieved the food basket.

When Xiao Yu put those meals on several cases one by one, Nangong Wangye's clothes had already been changed by himself.

Sitting next to a few cases, ignoring Xiao Yu's hunger, the prince of Nangong still raised his good-looking square chin arrogantly:

"Well, this king has been bothering for a day today, and now, he is seriously injured on this forehead, so naturally he is unable to lift a spoon to eat. This king had no choice but to ask my hired staff to help. ”

Raising his head full of grievances, looking at someone's face full of unquestionable expressions, and the bandage on the forehead that was as dazzling as a pirate's blindfold, Xiao Yu sighed lightly, and said resignedly:

"Okay, Lord Wang, Yu'er just feed Lord Wang."

Carefully scooping up a spoonful of soup, Xiao Yu patiently persuaded:

"Well, the prince is injured today and has shed a lot of blood, so let's drink some soup stock first, so as to nourish it raw."

Pursing his thin lips, Nangong Wang Ye still stubbornly twisted his head:

"Don't drink it. I haven't tried it, and I don't know if it's hot or not. The king's forehead is already wounded, but he can't burn his tongue anymore. ”

Sad, he's still seriously spent!

With a wry smile, he first tried to drink a sip of the broth, and Xiao Yu said in a good voice:

"Well, the temperature of this soup is just right, Yu'er has already tasted it, so the prince can't help but try to drink it."

Slowly opened his mouth, and drank the spoonful of soup with some reluctance, Nangong Wang Ye still said with a sad face:

"I don't want soup. The more you drink this soup, the hungrier you get. The king was hungry and wanted to eat a piece of venison. ”

Venison? Who knows what kind of venison is there so many braised and stewed barbecue meat in the pots and pots in front of him?

In other words, in the previous life, there was now an animal protection law over there, and this similar meat was not something that could be eaten casually!

Knowing that someone was deliberately making things difficult, Xiao Yu still pursed his lips and casually took a piece of meat from the dish closest to him and sent it over.

"You're a hired worker, you're too unserious and unauthentic!" The prince of Nangong frowned and refused: "What you are holding on the silver chopstick is obviously a piece of horse meat, why do you use it as venison to fool the king?" ”

Om, horse meat?

Aren't they all the same and burned to a crisp pulp, in essence, is there really such a big difference?