It's really funny, is it possible that the probability of crossing the female princess will be so high? The identity of her physical body is just a town 108,000 miles away from the capital, the daughter of an ordinary merchant, who is only nine years old, how can she be a princess? What kind of international jokes?

No matter how bad the history is, Xiaomi also knows that the prince is either the brother of the emperor today, or the son of the emperor, not to mention the princess. Even if the prince's side concubine, or the concubine, the woman's family background is not an ordinary big family, let alone the identity of this flesh deity Luo Xiaomi.

Besides, if it is really a princess, shouldn't the Lu family provide her for her? How could you have such an attitude towards her? Thinking about it this way, Xiaomi thinks that this is indeed a drunken joke and nonsense.

"I didn't go outside to say it, Chunhong girl, you're too exaggerated." The woman muttered with obvious displeasure.

Millet in the bedroom didn't hear Chunhong's response again, and after a short while, Chunhong brought in a small bowl of decoction. put it on the small table on the side, helped Millet sit up and leaned on the head of the bed, and tried the cold and heat of the medicinal soup before handing it to Millet.

Don't want to drink! I didn't want to drink it, Xiaomi shouted in resistance, but she still had to reach out and take it. If you don't drink it, you have to drink it, these are extraordinary times, and it's easy to be clever and pour out a bowl of medicine. However, she also knew that this body was indeed injured, although it did not bleed, it was also injured.

The body is the capital of the revolution, and there is only benefit and no harm in drinking this medicine, so Xiaomi persuaded herself, plucked up her courage, and drank the medicinal soup in the bowl with a big gulp. Then he kept his mouth shut, for fear of a burp and spit out all the medicine he had worked so hard to drink.

"Come, eat a plum, our little master doesn't like to eat medicinal soup, so I have to prepare plums for him every time." Chunhong took the medicine bowl and handed over a candied fruit as she spoke, and Xiaomi opened her mouth to take it.

Well, much better! Xiaomi's grateful smile towards Chunhong saw that there was a small plate of candied fruit on the small table.

Seeing Xiaomi's sight, Chunhong smiled and brought the small plate to Xiaomi.

"It's delicious, you can taste it too." Millet stretched out his hand and pinched one, handed it to Chunhong's mouth and said.

Yes? Obviously, Chunhong didn't expect this young lady to let her eat plums, and when she opened her mouth to say that the slave didn't eat them, Millet stuffed them into her mouth. In this way, she can only eat.

"Delicious, right?" Millet asked with another pill in his mouth.

Chunhong nodded, but her eyes were a little red, and Xiaomi didn't notice it, because of the sound of talking outside, she knew that the Qin family was coming. Chunhong also heard it, and quickly took out the handkerchief, spit out the plum into the handkerchief, wrapped it, hurriedly stuffed it into her arms, and just got up Qin Shi entered the bedroom.

"Drunk the medicinal soup?" Qin Shi looked at the empty small bowl and asked.

"Yes, Miss, she just drank it." Chunhong stood aside and quickly answered.

Qin nodded with a smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and took Xiaomi's hand; "The medicinal soup is not delicious, and I don't like it either, so when the body is well recuperated, we won't drink this thing." You are well raised here, and if you need anything, just tell Big Mom.

Chunhong, this girl will stay by your side and use it, and I will pick a smart one tomorrow. ”

Well? Listening to Qin's current tone and looking at her expression, it seems that the sixth uncle has taken care of Luo Qinghai? Xiaomi breathed a sigh of relief, and her little head quickly clicked a few times.

The man finally nodded, there was no need to send the millet back, and the Qin family was also relieved. She stretched out her hand to check the futon on the bed, and told Chunhong some things, so that Xiaomi could rest early and leave.

Without Xiaomi's opening, Chunhong sent the Qin family out, and when she came back, a plate of pastries brought in from outside said that Mrs. had brought it.

"Sister Chunhong, I don't have to worry about it, you can rest early." Xiaomi likes this girl very much, and said to her.

"The slave maid lives next door, and the young lady can say hello if she has something." Chunhong listened to the little guest of the master's house, and she was really at a loss for what to do. On weekdays, only the other little maids in the house will call her that.

At first, I was worried that I would be punished if I didn't serve this little guest well, but I didn't expect this little master to get along so well.

After Chunhong consulted Millet, she blew out the candle and left the bedroom. Millet on the bed also felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and before she fell asleep, she felt that it was definitely the effect of the medicinal soup. Otherwise, if her temperament can really stay here, she must have passed the excitement before she can fall asleep.

On the second day, when Xiaomi opened her eyes, it was already dark. Stretching out, Xiaomi felt that his spirit was much better than the day before. At least, the body has strength. Reaching out and touching the lump on the back of his head, it was still so big that the swelling had not subsided, but it was no longer so painful.

In the early spring morning, the temperature was still a little low, and when Millet lifted the quilt and got out of bed, Chunhong outside heard the voice come in. After saying good morning to Xiaomi, he squatted down to help Xiaomi put on his shoes.

"I'm going to the toilet, so don't follow me." Xiaomi got up, and Chunhong helped her put on a robe, and remembered to say.

Chunhong smiled and nodded, and started to clean up the bed.

The small room is next door to the bedroom, and the difference is only a cloth curtain, but there is no bad smell, after the curtain is lifted, it smells a faint sandalwood fragrance. Open the toilet lid, Xiaomi sat up, looked at the box above the small stool next to her, and felt very fortunate to see the things inside, although there was no toilet paper, but there was something better than toilet paper.

Inside the box was a stack of cut off-white cotton cloth. Although the quality of cotton cloth is very rough, in ancient times, people who could use this thing were very unusual. Ordinary people use slightly treated sorghum straw or polished smooth bamboo chips.

The worst thing is to pick up the stones and scrub them clean and use them.

After solving the three urgent problems, Xiaomi returned to the bedroom, and saw that the bedding on the bed had been stacked neatly, and Chunhong waited for Xiaomi to wash. Compared with Xiaomi's modern face washing steps, it is really simple now, no facial cleanser, no soap.

"What is this?" Millet asked, pointing to a lump of things in a porcelain bowl by the washbasin.

Yes? Chunhong looked at the person asking the question, and then looked at the things in her fingers, and suddenly thought that the master had explained yesterday that this young lady had injured her head and had forgotten a lot of things. When I came back to my senses, I quickly told sù millet, that thing is called soil pancreas, also called medicinal soap.

Oh, as soon as I said this, millet remembered, this is the ancient soap, but it's really ugly, and when your body is recuperated, you have to try to make some soap yourself. That thing is not difficult for her, you must know that in modern times, in addition to reading books and various training courses, a little spare time, she plays handmade DIY.

What ancient hairpins, jewelry, modern head flower bracelets, handmade soaps are of course also included!

Du Niang is the most powerful, millet followed her to learn to make handmade soap, what roses, milk, lavender. In order to do better, she also checked a lot of information, and she also learned a lot about ancient times. However, Du Niang only said the recipe of the earliest soap in ancient times, but there is no real picture.

Now that she sees it, what she wants to say is not that the ancients were really smart, but that ---- is so ugly!

Because it's ugly,Xiaomi didn't want to use it.,But I want to use it myself.,It's good to experience it.,So as to know the feeling and effect,Xiaomi had to try it out as a last resort.,After using it,The feeling in your hand is barely OK.,It's better than useless.,But Xiaomi isn't satisfied at all.。

"This is specially made in the workshop, and it is sold in the shop, but it is not as good as this." Chunhong saw the dissatisfaction on Xiaomi's face, and told her with a smile, if it weren't for the fact that this young lady was very good to her, she wouldn't dare to explain more.

Hearing Chunhong say this, Xiaomi remembered that yesterday in the carriage, the Qin family said that their family's business in the town has two shops, which are dedicated to buying daily necessities, and some things are still made in their own workshop.

Well, this ugly soil soap is also homemade! Xiaomi suddenly laughed at herself, she was too dissatisfied, it was so ugly, and what she couldn't look at, it wasn't something that anyone could afford.

No, you have to have a correct attitude, you can't always compare the modern quality of life standards with the ancient ancestors, in that case, there is no way to live. I can't look at soap, I have a way to do it well, what about the others? If the means of transportation are not advanced, can you make a car yourself?

Not to mention a big car, even a gadget like a hair dryer is not to be thought of. Xiaomi quickly reminded itself that it is very important to have a correct attitude!

After dressing up and walking into the yard, I saw a woman drying clothes on a bamboo pole, which looked very familiar, and it was the one that the millet head wore on the first day. However, when the woman turned around, Millet realized that this woman was not the one she had seen the night before.

Ah, you don't need so many people to serve you, do you? Xiaomi was muttering in her heart when she saw Luo Qingfeng walk into the courtyard.

Obviously, looking at the state of this millet, he is very satisfied. But he still called Xiaomi into the house, saying that he wanted to take the pulse. Xiaomi sat down obediently, stretched out her arm and looked at Luo Qingfeng's fingers on her wrist.

Hey, am I easy? I don't want to continue drinking that unpleasant decoction, but if it's too fast, then there's no reason to stay here!

Luo Qingfeng closed his eyes to check Xiaomi's pulse, and Xiaomi was distracted thinking about what he should do after this time in order to continue to stay here......