Early the next morning.

A dark green shadow leaned lazily on the chaise longue, which seemed a little out of place in this extravagant and gorgeous dormitory.

This leisurely figure is undoubtedly Mu Xiaomeow.

I saw her eyes closed, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, her delicate little nose breathed in an orderly manner, her cherry lips were playfully raised slightly, and a plate of crystal clear flesh was resolutely placed on the small round table beside her. The flesh has long since been peeled off the skin, mixed with some crushed ice, and the cold smell is refreshing.

Suddenly, a messy footstep sounded from far to near, and came to Mu Xiaomeow's side.

"The Queen." The timid call made Mu Xiaomeow frown, and slowly opened her clear eyes, reflecting a green and cautious face.

"Stupid Xiaoxi, this palace is not a beast, what are you afraid of?" This creek was dispatched by the Huanyi Bureau to be his personal maid, with an age difference of nearly ten years, and a weak and timid personality.

"The slave and maid must take care of the queen mother, and there can be no mistakes." Xiaoxi stubbornly looked at Mu Xiaomeow, with reverence and firmness in her eyes, so that Mu Xiaomeow couldn't help wailing in her heart, she was an innocent girl who was harmed by herself.

Mu Xiaomeow stretched out her little hand depressedly, picked up a cold flesh and handed it to her mouth, and couldn't help but feel refreshed. Being a queen really doesn't suffer a loss, it's like a pig being raised. Thinking of this, I was ashamed, isn't I this pampered pig now?

"By the way, it seems that there is something unusual in the palace today, is there anything wrong?" Leng Xian's departure last night also means that Mu Xiaomeow is going to continue to live a boring pig life. Fortunately......

There was a hint of hesitation in Xiaoxi's eyes: "After the emperor is busy with the first emperor, today he will arrange those concubines who were in the Suo Wangfu to enter the palace and be promoted." As he spoke, he peeked at Mu Xiaomeow with some uneasiness.

"Jin Feng?" Mu Xiaomeow muttered softly, and her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had encountered something fun. But that look made Xiaoxi feel that some poor person might be about to fall on Mu Xiaomeow's Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

In a moment, an innocent and childish voice rang in my ears.

"Xiaoxi, this palace wants to drink chilled mung bean syrup."

"Yes."