What is the house leak happened to rain overnight, this is it.

When I dragged my heavy footsteps to Luomei Zhai, I just walked up the steps, the door was open, and I saw Pei Yuanhao sitting on the top of the main seat, and he seemed to feel something, and as soon as he looked up, his eyes looked at me.

That sharp, cold gaze sent chills down the sleeve to me.

"Qingying, what's the matter with you?"

Yao Yingxue had already reprimanded with Bo angrily: "Your Highness has been here for so long, and you only came to serve, do you want Your Highness to wait for you?" ”

"The slave is guilty."

I bowed lightly to her, and bowed to Pei Yuanhao: "The slave maid greets the Third Highness." ”

He didn't look at me, he just sat there coldly, Yao Yingxue saw this scene, but didn't have another seizure, only waved his sleeves and said: "Don't hurry up Bucai!" ”

"Yes."

As I spoke, the lady in charge had already walked in with the food box, I hurriedly stepped forward to open it, and there were exquisite dishes inside, and as soon as I opened the lid, I smelled a tempting fragrance, and I brought those dishes to the table one by one.

In the last box is a bowl of sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup, a piece or two of emerald green vegetables floating in the light soup, the color is bright and pleasant, but it is appetizing, I was just about to pick it up, I heard the grandmother whisper: "This is the soup that His Highness likes." ”

The implication is to put it in front of Pei Yuanhao.

I nodded lightly, picked up the soup bowl, and when I turned around, I saw Pei Yuanhao sitting there, with an air of no one approaching. I know he hates me, but he doesn't even want to look at me, and now that I'm going to go to him, I'm afraid it will disgust him even more.

I gritted my teeth and walked slowly.

Just about to put the soup bowl on the table, I subconsciously lowered my head, and he was also looking at me, his cold eyes were like thorns, my heart seemed to be pricked, my hand trembled violently, and the hot soup immediately spilled out, and the back of my hand was burned with hot pain.

It hurts! I hurriedly put down the soup bowl and covered my hands, Yao Yingxue had already said angrily: "Yue Qingying, you are so bold!" ”

"Your Highness, Madam, please forgive your sins."

"You're really getting more and more unruly, Your Highness is here, you still dare-"

Yao Yingxue was still angry, and was about to point at me and scold, when she heard Pei Yuanhao say coldly: "Get out!" ”

I covered my fingers, looked at his indifferent expression, and didn't even look this way, as if what happened was just something that had nothing to do with him, but Yao Yingxue saw his cold appearance, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she immediately said, "Don't get out yet!" ”

"Slave, retire."

I kept my head down and hurried out.

There seemed to be a fire burning in the place where my hand had been burned by the soup, and I leaned against the stone pillar in the garden, looking down at the scars, and tears came out of my eyes again, and dripped down my hands with a click.

Hot tears, dripping on hot wounds, are not difficult to bear.

Perhaps, where it really hurts, is not there.