"Princess, this is the crystal grape sent by the prince, I heard that this is a tribute, the emperor ordered someone to send a basket to the house, the prince has sent it to the princess, the princess really loves the princess."

A maid in Tsing Yi flattered the grapes and put them in front of Ming Xiyue.

Another pink-clothed maid with a beautiful face said in a strange voice: "Yes, the princess is really a blessing. ”

Ming Xiyue, who was sitting on the chaise longue, naturally heard the underlying meaning in the tone of the pink-clothed maid.

It seems that not only the people outside are worried about the Northern Stygian Feather Law, but even the maid on the princess of this battle also wants to climb the branches and become a phoenix.

Ming Xiyue pinched a grape and looked at it, threw it back into the fruit pot, and said, "This grape is too dirty, wash it again." ”

"Princess, the surface of this grape is frost, and it is edible."

The corner of the pink-clothed maid's mouth raised a touch of mockery, and sure enough, people who came out of a small place like Lincheng just didn't know it.

Even if she is the daughter of a famous Ming God Doctor, she is not a hillbilly, how can such a woman be worthy of a prince who exists like a god.

I didn't even know how to eat this tribute crystal grape, and thought it was dirty.

"Are you a princess or am I a princess? This princess asked you to wash the toilet, so much nonsense, if you don't want to do it, go to the account room to pay the monthly money and get out. ”

Mingxiyue's eyes glanced at her without a trace of warmth.

As soon as she heard that she was going to get out, the pink-clothed maid, who originally thought she was reasonable, knelt down with a puff and said, "The princess is angry, and the forsythia will go wash now." ”

She lowered her head, and her eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness.

She can't leave the palace, she finally came into the palace, and now she hasn't seen the princess, so she can't be driven out of the palace like this.

She is very confident in her appearance, and she doesn't believe that she can't charm the prince with her appearance, figure and means.

Even if she can't be a side concubine, she can be an aunt.

At that time, she didn't believe that Ming Xiyue's dirt bun was still so favored.

After a tea time, Ming Xiyue called out to Forsythia, who had been kneeling on the ground, "Get up, wash up." ”

"Yes, slave and maid go now."

Forsythia bit her lip and walked over to the table to serve the pot of washed grapes.

At this moment, Mingxi spoke: "This princess is talking about that basket." She pointed to the basket on the floor that contained at least thirty or forty pounds of grapes.

"This ......" Forsythia's eyes widened.

Wash this basket?

There are forty pounds here, and her fingers will be blistered white after washing this basket.

"What? Is there a problem? Or is this princess not moving you? Ming Xiyue looked at her eyes very lightly and lightly.

But for some reason, Forsythia felt a strong murderous aura in his seemingly harmless eyes.

"No, no, the slave just thinks that the princess can't eat so many grapes, and the washed grapes are easy to rot if they are not eaten, and this tribute is given to the prince by the emperor."

Oh, it is a big sin to easily throw away the tribute given by the emperor.

Forsythia thought that she was frightened by her words, and continued to say triumphantly: "The princess still eats as much as she wants, and washes as much as she wants, the prince hasn't tasted this grape yet." ”

A hillbilly is a hillbilly and doesn't understand the rules at all.

The maid in Tsing Yi on the side secretly shook her head and motioned her not to say any more, but Forsythia was pretentious and did not take the maid's reminder seriously at all.

"When will it be your turn to teach a lesson?" Ming Xiyue pulled out the red flame whip and made a deep whip mark at Forsythia's feet.