Feng Zhirong slept peacefully this day.

At the beginning of the day, she was woken up by Yuzhu and began to wash and dress up in the morning. While Yuzhu helped her comb her hair, she also looked at Yuzhu's face through the mirror.

Yuzhu's phoenix eyes look soft, but the dark eyes are full of information, and they seem to be full of thoughts—or scheming.

Feng Zhirong remembered that King Jing had said before leaving yesterday that Yuzhu and Fang Chun were guards trained by King Jing's Mansion, and their martial arts were useful. Before he left, she had the audacity to joke that the imperial city was so heavily guarded, what did she want two masters to protect herself, a yellow-haired girl? King Jing's move was just to replace the people who were monitoring him in Anxiu Palace with his eyeliner.

King Jing heard it, but he didn't deny it, but he just said that he was willing to help him in Anxiu Palace for free, and he should also have something "in return". As for Yuzhu and Fang Chun, they had already decided to give her helpers, so should they be used as his eyeliner to spy on her? Perhaps! But if Feng Zhirong has the ability to convince people's hearts, he doesn't mind giving her the death deeds of these two maids, or these two Jingwangfu guards.

She looked at King Jing stupidly, but she didn't want King Jing to be so calm, and King Jing also left the small courtyard under her stupid gaze.

Her heart was confused, because she hadn't said a word to Yuzhu and Fang Chun until yesterday.

Until now, I still feel weird and embarrassed in my heart.

Feng Zhirong stared at Yuzhu through the mirror for a long time, until her hair was combed, and then she spoke: "Yuzhu, are you really King Jing's people?" ”

There was no expression on Yuzhu's face, which may be the result of years of training. "Yes. The prince asked the slave maid and Fang Chun to protect the young lady's safety. ”

Feng Zhirong pursed her lips and said, "After all, this is in the imperial city, what danger is there?" ”

Yu Zhu said without thinking: "It is indeed very safe in the imperial city, but the prince said that even if it is a safe place, you can't be unguarded." ”

Listening to Yuzhu's words, Feng Zhirong couldn't help but think of the accident when King Jing told him yesterday that he encountered a night attack in the camp when he first arrived in Beifang. Even so, she still didn't believe that there was any danger in such a strict palace, or her own identity - it was so ordinary that it was difficult to attract hatred, even if she offended Baoding Hou a few months ago, and Yang Ruai and her group yesterday! It's not enough to kill people and vent hatred, right?

Feng Zhirong was puzzled, so she had to press Yuzhu's words in her heart, and said: "The palace is strictly forbidden, so even you can't move around...... If I have something to do with King Jing, do you have a way to pass it on for me? ”

Yu Zhu nodded and said, "This is natural, even if Miss needs to write back to Feng Mansion, the slaves and maids can also send a letter for Miss." ”

Feng Zhirong thought about it in her heart and didn't ask any more questions. After a while, Fang Chun brought four strange palace maids over to deliver breakfast, and after another round of the same process, everything was over.

Feng Zhirong still remembers that Feng Xuhui told herself that ordinary people usually have two meals a day, and if they have enough to spare, they will add an afternoon snack to fill their stomachs, while slightly wealthier families can eat three meals a day, and even four meals a day, or add a lot of tea time.

Although the Feng family has a lot of money and can eat three meals a day and snacks, those snacks are not fixed. The main reason is that the Feng family is honest, even if they can have enough food and clothing with the court's money, they also need to be temperate because they still have to support dozens of servants.

According to Feng Xuhui, before Feng Zhirong was born, in order to cope with the expenses of buying the houses of the neighbors on the left and right to expand the Feng Mansion in order to cope with the increasing number of Feng family's families, the Feng family's public middle school even provided two meals a day for a long time, which was a rare wonder in the wealthy capital.

The consumption in the palace is naturally not as good as that of the people, and there are still three meals a day, but Feng Zhirong couldn't help but feel a little stunned when she looked at the whole table of meals, although they were light and excessive.

She didn't finish yesterday's lunch and dinner, what should she do now?

Feng Zhirong stared at the plate in front of her, glanced at Fang Chun again, and then muttered, "So much, don't you break your stomach?" ”

Saying this, he still reluctantly ate his breakfast to a full heart, and then said to Fang Chun: "I'm only ten years old, and I haven't eaten much, if I can, let the people who prepare the food stop sending so much." ”

Fang Chun opened his mouth, and finally decided to close it again. Feng Zhirong realized that she seemed to want to speak, so she also said casually: "Just say something!" ”

Fang Chun said as if he had plucked up courage: "Miss, the food in the palace is customized, even if you can't finish it, you will clean it up and give it to the people below." ”

Feng Zhirong didn't expect this.

After all, in the past, there was an aunt Cao Zhongyu in the Feng Mansion, everyone could have a full meal, and there was almost no food left, as for the servants of the Feng Mansion, they also had a small room to eat, and the daily meals were clean and there was no waste.