"Miss, but you're awake?" A slightly immature voice came from outside the door, and a maid of about ten years old came in with a curtain open. is not very old, but he looks calm, he looks at each other, and he is very old.

Seeing the little maid in the outhouse shaking her head, Lychee frowned and said, "I'll go in and have a look." ”

Only then did he open a crack in the door, and he saw the little man on the bed move a little, and chuckled: "Miss, the slave can see you, don't get up again, it's past noon, and you haven't had breakfast yet." ”

"I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat." Qin Wan's muffled voice came from the quilt.

She woke up when Lychee's voice was still outside the door, but she was afraid that these were dreams and that there would be nothing left when she got out of bed.

"But Mademoiselle is still angry?" Lychee walked to the side of the bed, lifted the curtains, and said funny, "Madame is also for the good of Miss, this matter is so big, Madame doesn't do something, and I don't know how to arrange Miss outside." Miss don't be angry with Mrs. anymore, Miss is uncomfortable these days, Mrs. is very anxious, every day after Miss falls asleep, Mrs. brings Mama Xia to see Miss, Miss is Mrs. Heart's meat, how can mother and daughter have an overnight feud. ”

Lychee didn't dare to say too much, for fear of provoking Qin Wan's suspicion, but she brought out her stubborn temper. But seeing that the young lady and the lady were in such a stalemate, I was also anxious. Mrs. hurts Miss, but her temperament is so strong, she won't soften her words, and Miss is a tough person, and she won't take the initiative to show weakness, and the mother and daughter are like enemies, and they let those aunts get good in vain.

Qin Wan sat up quietly, when she opened her eyes three days ago, she saw such a familiar scene, and when she heard the little maids chattering outside the house, she also understood that she was only five years old now, and she had just been grounded by her mother Bai Zhishui for a month.

She tilted her head and thought about it, as if there was such a thing.

At that time, she took a fancy to the rabbit sold by the hunter in the bazaar and wanted to buy it back and raise it, but the county lord in King Jing's mansion also took a fancy to the rabbit, and the two little ones faced each other on the street.

It was not a big thing, but the impact was very bad, and when I came back, I was grounded by my mother.

Because she couldn't swallow this breath, she didn't sleep until midnight, and as a result, she contracted the wind cold, and she tossed again and again for more than half a month.

"Miss?" Lychee talked for a long time, but didn't hear Qin Wan's answer, and looked up.

Qin Wan waved his hand indifferently.

She didn't know if the scene in her mind was a dream of Nan Ke or if she had really experienced it.

The little hand on the quilt clenched into a fist, and quietly let go, "I don't want to change clothes, I don't want to get up, just put the food box on the bed." ”

Lychee made a pause in his hand, then put down his shirt, took the food box from the table, put the food on the tray one by one, and put it on the bed.

Qin Wan is only five years old now, and although she can use chopsticks, she finds it troublesome, so she holds a spoon in her hand and uses lychees to spread the vegetables in a bowl.

"Miss, you have just recovered from a serious illness, and the kitchen is prepared with light food, Ming'er, you don't take medicine, what do you want to eat, the slave and maid ordered the kitchen to bring it up." Seeing Qin Wan frowning, Lychee thought that she didn't like today's food, and hurriedly comforted.

"It's okay, it's all the same." The soft and glutinous children's voice, but with the vicissitudes of seeing through the world.

Lychee Bucai's hand paused slightly, and glanced at Qin Wan from the corner of his eye.

Qin Wan clumsily held the spoon, drove the vegetarian dishes in the bowl to the bowl, and ate it with her small mouth.

She has always been particular about eating, more picky, and has always believed that food is the same as people's identity, what identity of people, what kind of food. But in the cold palace for half a year, she knew that when her stomach was not full, how could she have the heart to see if the food was delicate or not, everything that could be stuffed into her mouth, whether it was alive or dead, desperately stuffed into her stomach, and if her movements were slow, even a dead mouse would be snatched away.

Qin Wan's small mouth chewed hard, the movements were fast, but very elegant, and the small mouth was oily.