319.Chapter 319 319 Why is Nangong Ao so picky?!
After she finished speaking, she thought about it slowly, and then the corners of her mouth twitched again! Well, this is a crime, not in modern times, in this feudal society in ancient times, especially in the eyes of these powerful men in the royal family!
She was also hungry at this time, and she didn't want to tear up with Nangong Ao, so she waved her hand very casually and said: "That's okay, if you don't go out, you won't go out, let people send food to this princess, bird's nest shark fin, ginseng and abalone, and delicacies from the mountains and seas!" She said she was happy, and she also pulled up the half-hung classical Chinese!
The corner of the guard's mouth twitched, and he said: "Princess, ......" Before they came to defend, the leader of Zhannan deliberately explained that the prince had unusual feelings for the princess, so that for the safety of their lives and future prospects, they must not really offend the princess, plus the princess has a bad temper, and if she offends her, she may be directly killed! So much so that after he said these three words, he didn't dare to say the words "The prince can't give you food after he confesses"!
He was so hesitant that Murong Zhi's heart suddenly had a bad premonition, and he frowned and said, "Could it be that he ordered me not to eat well?" β
What's more, the prince said that he wouldn't give you food, unless you beg him! But the guard didn't dare to say this rashly, so he just smiled and nodded: "Yes...... Yes! β
"Then don't want those good ones, anyway, my appetite is not very good today, just eat some porridge! Can you have white fungus bird's nest porridge? Murong Zhi was full of fantasies.
The guard shook his head: "No! β
She blushed, and then asked, "There is no bird's nest porridge, so there should always be lean porridge, right?" Nangong Ao just said that he wouldn't let me eat well, but lean meat shouldn't be too good for him, right? How could he be so picky? β
The corner of the guard's mouth twitched, and he continued to shake his head, and said in a cold sweat: "Lean meat...... Lean porridge also no! β
Come on! Murong Zhi understands, she doesn't expect to be able to get meat today! After taking a deep breath, he spoke: "Can I have a bowl of cucumber porridge?" She felt that she had given in very much, and she only hoped that Nangong Ao's scum wouldn't go too far!
The guard coughed dryly, and continued to shake his head in a cold sweat: "There is no cucumber porridge either!" β
"I'll rub!" Murong Zhi couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, stretched out his face from the arch, and stretched out in front of the guard, "Then there can always be a bowl of pickle porridge, right?" It's still Nangong Ao's bastard, I can't even give up pickles, I want you to let me eat white porridge! β
She was so angry and yelled so loudly that the guards' faces were blown up to her saliva!
The eldest brother of the guard silently stretched out his hand, intending to wipe his face, Murong Zhi looked at the water on his face that was yelled at by himself, and he also felt a little embarrassed, after all, it was Nangong Ao who made a mistake, and this guard was just acting according to orders. So he pulled out the handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it at him to wipe himself!
"Thank you, Princess!" The guard wanted to cry.
While wiping his face while wanting to cry, he was entangled in pain in his heart, and he couldn't bear to tell Princess SΓΉ that the prince actually didn't plan to give her white porridge! simply cried and said with a sad face: "Princess, don't ask again, no, no, no!" β
None of them?
Murong Zhi was stunned for a moment. After being stunned, he barely understood the meaning of these words, gritted his teeth and said, "You mean, Nangong Ao didn't plan to give me dinner today?" β
After asking this, she remembered that the guard said that she couldn't go out for three days, and hurriedly waved her hand before the guard replied: "Wait! Wait a minute! That slut won't let you go without me food for three days, will you? β