How is this pillow Shen Qingjun is not clear, but how about this pickle, An Yu can give a thumbs up.

Although there were hard days in the first ten years, there were also good days.

Her father taught her how to win people's hearts and plan the world, while her mother and Sister Lan taught her to identify materials and appreciate the four arts——— their original intention was not to let An Yu go down a hard path, but just to increase her knowledge and not let what she had learned be passed on.

The idea of entering the palace was set by An Yu himself.

Speaking of dishes, Sister Lan's cooking skills are exquisite, and there are many good people in the former dynasty who have learned cooking skills from all over the world, and An Yu has tasted all their dishes - in order to give them suitable arrangements, and to understand each other well enough when employing people in the future.

However, the pickles placed randomly in Shen Qingjun's kitchen can also be ranked among the pickles that An Yu has tasted.

Should it be said that she is worthy of being the emperor's favored woman, or is the background of this palace a higher level than she thought about it?

An Yu couldn't help but further escalate Li Siyuan's threat.

Here, the Youth League got Shen Qingjun's instructions and found Lantern Festival: "You arrange to go down and vacate the empty room in the utility room in the west, Zhaoyi personally found a little palace maid from the middle courtyard, and she will be responsible for cleaning under her hand in the future." ”

"Yes."

"By the way," Qingtuan asked, "Your Majesty's habit of taking a walk in the Donglin Palace on weekdays?" ”

"Back to my sister, Your Majesty likes to go to Merlin for a walk when he is tired, and there is no place to go often."

When you're tired? The Qingtuan searched for the figure of the sporadic emperor from the memory of serving Shen Qingjun, His Majesty was about the afternoon and the time to finish dinner was the most leisurely, and occasionally came to knock on the door of the Cold Ice Palace, which gave Zhaoyi a headache.

"Then you have the new one go to the door in the morning and evening to clean the right way, and in the afternoon and evening to Merlin to build branches."

In this way, this pillow can be placed in the most suitable position for Zhaoyi.

"This ......" Although Lantern Xiao had doubts, he also agreed to come down one by one.

"Also," Qingtuan rubbed his forehead: she was just left in the kitchen by me, and after packing up her things, you can lead her to her room and let her know the way from tomorrow. ”

"Yes, Lantern Festival understands."

The Youth League itself went to the side room to enjoy their own dinner.

I don't know what I've forgotten that I shouldn't forget.

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An Yu had already eaten all the steamed buns, and by the way, he killed the kimchi that was only left in a small half jar, leaving only a bottom for it.

However, she is not the one who takes the initiative to make trouble for herself, so she naturally searched all the places in the kitchen where she could hide things, and filled the jar with a lot of things, at least through the deep mouth of the altar, there is no way to see the difference from the original.

The difference in taste? That could also be a spoiled kimchi, right?

Looking at the appearance of this jar, I don't want it to be eaten by people often, and by the time they find out, maybe a long time has passed.

Hiding the jar back in its place, An Yu sat quietly on the small bench in the kitchen.

A lot of noise could be faintly heard outside.

Just a few days ago, I heard that the emperor actually moved to the Donglin Palace with the dragon bed, and it is estimated that this excitement did not come from Shen Qingjun——— where did anyone in the palace dare to make such a loud noise when his master was sick?

But...... How many patients like this noise? What's more, it is the rumored Shen Qingjun, who is extremely quiet.

Does this emperor really love her but doesn't know how to think about it, or does he want to coerce Shen Qingjun to listen to him in another way?

Before An Yu finished guessing, footsteps came from the door.

The kitchen door was quickly opened with a "clang", and a figure "flew" towards the steamer like a hungry tiger.

He was dressed in the clothes of a eunuch, but his sleeves were rolled up, and his clothes were stained with a lot of mud.

He lifted the lid of the steamer, and it was empty, with nothing but the white gauze that rested on top of the steamer.

"This ......" he looked incredulous: "How come there is nothing here!" Where's the rice?! ”

Before An Yu could speak, he heard a few more people at the door, dressed in the same clothes as the person who came in before, with sweat on their faces.

"You kid, have you started stealing food in advance!"

Several eunuchs complained loudly before they could reach the steamer, and when they saw the empty steamer, one of them directly pinched the collar of the person who came first, and reprimanded: "Where did you hide your food?" ”

The man who was grabbed by the collar was not convinced, and waved his hand away and raised his voice: "I hide rice? Look at my clothes, how dirty they are, and if the food is hidden in it, can you still eat it? ”

Hearing this, An Yu stopped thinking about helping them reconcile, a steamed bun made of buckwheat husk, rolled down on the mud ground and was trampled on a few times, those orphans still regarded it as a treasure, this group of people, put the white flour steamed bun in the dusty clothes and felt that they couldn't eat it.

The southeast is flooded, and thousands of people are homeless, and they are living a life that is not as good as animals...... If she hadn't adopted more children, and she didn't dare to let her subordinates show their talents with peace of mind, why would she sell herself?

However, An Yu didn't speak, it didn't mean that others couldn't see her, several people pushed and shoved together, and surrounded An Yu, who was still sitting on the edge of the water tank.

"Daughter Xiaomiya, have you seen the steamed buns in this steamer?"

An Yu shook his head: "The slave is not in the kitchen, and she came to the Donglin Palace at the right time, I don't know where your father-in-law's dinner went." ”

"I didn't ask you what you do," it was about to be hungry today, and these eunuchs had a more fiery temper than An Yu had ever seen, and their faces were obviously impatient: "I asked you if you have ever seen steamed buns!" ”

"Naturally, I've seen and eaten steamed buns," An Yu swept their faces: "But when I came, there was only one steamed bun." ”

An Yu lowered his head slightly, looking uneasy and cowardly: "Father-in-law, the slave and maid only have such a small body, even if they eat Haisai...... I can't eat so many steamed buns. ”

She shook her shoulders, her voice trembled with a forbearance cry, and she looked frightened.

"But what about steamed buns?" A few hungry people temporarily let go of the scolding An Yu, but they hadn't walked away from her yet, they were still surrounding her, and one of them even stretched out his hand to make a gesture: "What about such a white, such a big steamed bun?" ”

"This ......" An Yu took a step back, holding the burden in his hand tightly with both hands, and as soon as he raised his head, a tear slipped down his face: "Even if this is the case, the slave maid-"

In An Yu's teary vision, a new existence seemed to appear by the door, and she immediately changed her words: "I beg my father-in-law not to make a big deal about this matter, the slave and maid are willing to bear the punishment, I just ask you not to let Zhaoyi know." ”

In the blank expressions of several eunuchs, An Yu leaned against the wall behind him, as if he had lost his strength, sliding down, sad and strong.

Several people said in their hearts that this Qing Zhaoyi was afraid that she didn't like corporal punishment of subordinates, but it had nothing to do with them.

A few people just thought that they scared the little palace maid anyway, so they simply asked her to cook a meal, seeing An Yu squatting on the ground, and thinking about reaching out to pull her up.

An Yu's performance was so attention-grabbing that they didn't notice the angry Lantern Festival behind them.