Murong Yichuan took the official letter from Zhongli Wenjun from the outhouse, and then pulled out the last page from it and shook it in front of Wanruo's eyes. Great literature

"What do you mean by that?" Looking at Yi Chuan in confusion, she held a pair of ivory chopsticks tightly in her hand, she had not touched the food in front of her for a long time, and the piece of paper in Fuwang's hand was just flickering in front of Wan Ruo's eyes, and she didn't see a word.

King Fu shook the piece of paper on the cigarette gun again, and then said; "If you eat this meal well, I'll show you the content on it, this is sent by Zhongli's concubine, about the capital, and about our daughter, I don't know if the honorable princess is interested in this?" King Fu's face was proud, and he was holding the piece of paper in his hand, like a trump card to blackmail people. Great literature

As if she heard that it was about her daughter, her interest came suddenly, she didn't care to doubt whether what King Fu said was true or false, anyway, if it wasn't a family letter, then it shouldn't involve family matters, so how could a warm family matter appear in Yan Sù's official document? As if she couldn't think about it, she hurriedly put down the chopsticks in her hand, "What is written on it about our daughter?" Show me. It was as if he was staring at the piece of paper in King Fu's hand.

King Fu looked at the eager expression, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he seemed to be very proud. "It's okay to watch, you eat first, and I'll show you when you're done," Murong Yichuan said and walked in front of Wanruo, picked up his chopsticks and put some of the beans in each bowl in the still empty bowl in front of Wanruo, and then brought the steaming bowl of millet porridge in front of her. Great literature

"You have eaten all the dishes in this bowl of porridge, and I will show you,"

It was as if looking at the yellow millet porridge that night, and the full of vegetables in the bowl in front of her, she was stunned, but thinking that she could know her daughter's latest outfit, she still bit her teeth and nodded fiercely; "Okay, eat it all, eat it all, who is afraid of whom, and say that it hurts me, and you have to write about me at every turn, say what you love me, love me." Like a complaining coquettishness.

King Fu stood back in his original position, holding the piece of paper in his hand, and then quietly watched as if he had finished his meal obediently.

It was as if she picked up the ivory chopsticks and stuffed a piece of skinny chicken into her mouth, chewed it a few times, felt a little greasy, and then used a spoon to get a little millet porridge and put it in, so that she could dilute it a little, and while eating, she remembered the days in the palace, and remembered the palace yellow chicken soup that Ping'er made for herself that night, she really missed it, she was really not used to eating the food here, it was always greasy, and she really regretted not bringing a chef from the palace when she left. The food made by the chefs here is not comparable to that of the palace, although it is not delicious, I still grit my teeth to eat, hey; It's hard.

It was as if she had finally finished a meal, and it took about half an hour to eat a meal, not because she ate too much on a cloudy day, but because she ate too little, she ate a little unwillingly, and always ate and stopped, so it took a lot of time. The maid Chunhong hurriedly came in to remove the remnants of the table, and then brought hot water to serve as if she had cleaned her hands and rinsed her mouth, as if she had instructed Chunhong to make herself and King Fu a pot of weak tea, and when it was over, Chunhong withdrew.

As if picking up the teapot and pouring a bowl of tea for Murong Yichuan first, then pouring a bowl for herself, and storing water for the teapot, she felt that it was a good choice to put her hands on the teapot to keep warm, so she held the teapot with both hands.