Ding Bao was overjoyed, and did not hesitate to share his joy, and nodded obediently when he listened to Geer's admonition.

The whole kitchen was looking at Ding Bao.

The eyes that came over were mixed with all kinds of envy.

For these ninth-class maids, the best thing to mix in a lifetime is to be able to ask someone to marry out of the palace, they are the lowest subordinates in the palace, and they can't climb a figure like the prince in this life.

Of course, they envied Ding Bao.

envy her good family background and envy her for becoming a princess.

An'er is the youngest girl in the kitchen, she has been in the palace for a short time, and she knows that Ding Bao has a good temper and is kind, so she stepped forward boldly and asked cautiously.

"Sister Bao, you will be the princess in the future, right?"

Ding Bao looked at her and smiled gently, and let her hold his arm.

"Not yet."

"What does the second prince look like, is he good-looking? I've never seen one. ”

Ding Bao raised his eyebrows, a handsome face like a Greek god of war appeared in his mind, and nodded leisurely.

"Beautiful, and ah......"

She bowed her head and whispered in An'er's ear.

"Better looking than the Great Prince."

An'er looked yearning, grabbed Ding Bao's hand and shouted excitedly.

"I really envy you, you will be a princess in the future, can I still go to play with you?"

Ding Bao nodded generously.

"Of course."

Gell interrupted them and tapped the lid of the pot with the spoon in his hand.

"Don't talk about it, don't leave quickly, I'm getting carried away now, a girl with no interest."

Ding Bao smiled, had no shelf and no temper, and after saying goodbye to the little sister he had just met in the kitchen, he left with his small package and with the waiter.

Behind her, An'er sighed, her face full of envy and yearning.

"It's so good, I won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life."

A maid next to her sneered.

"People don't have to worry about food and clothing if they don't like the princess, so what should you think of her as the same as us? She is a nobleman, and the blood in her body is cleaner than ours, don't think about it, do you really think you can be the same as her? ”

An'er lowered her head and didn't say a word.

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, the maid turned around and continued to work boringly.

Ding Bao's departure was like a drop of water dripping into the sea for them, and after a little wave, it would soon fall silent.

Nothing surprising.

The aristocratic lady entered the palace to become a princess, and it was only a matter of time.

At this time, the chief servant who had been standing outside the door had a gloomy face, staring at Ding Bao's figure until it slowly disappeared.

"Hmph, marrying a dead man, what's there to show off."

She muttered to herself, but she didn't dare to amplify her voice.

This is a royal secret, and whoever passes it on is a capital offense if it is discovered.

So she could only secretly sneer and ridicule in her heart, and when she turned around, her face was full of seriousness, and she scolded An'er coldly at An'er, who was still in a daze.

"What's the fuss?! Why don't you get to work? Do you think you're Ding Bao and experience life here?! ”

After saying that, she shouted into the corner of the kitchen again.

"You all cheer me up and work, this is where you belong, if you can't become a noble lady like Ding Bao, then give me a good tail and serve a good master!"

An'er gritted her teeth silently, tears swirling in her eyes.

She grabbed the rag and continued to wipe the pot, but Ding Bao's laughter kept echoing in her heart.

It's really good, look at how happy she is, she will be the master for the rest of her life, and she can also have a husband with a noble status and a prominent status.

Thinking of this, she stared blankly at the rag in her hand, her heart seemed to pour into a vat of vinegar, and her whole eye socket couldn't help but be sour.

——

In the bedroom of the dormitory, Ding Bao was lying on the soft big bed leisurely, his freshly washed hair was still dripping, and his plain face was clear and white.

She held a book in her hand and read it carefully, and the sunlight fell on her eyebrows and eyes, showing meekness and softness.

Bazahei looked at Ding Bao and felt that she was strange and familiar at this time.

"Ding Bao, I think you've been a lot gentler lately."

The whole body exudes a pure white light.

Ding Bao raised his eyebrows.

"That's how I am."

"How do you manage to lie and keep your heart rate the same?"

Baza Hei sincerely admires her.

Ding Bao turned over, her wet hair hanging down, and she continued to turn the pages with the book.

"You've only known me for a few days, so why do you say I'm lying?"

Bazahei was slightly stunned, followed by a panic in his heart, and hurriedly mobilized the few brain cells in his brain, trying to show a calm appearance.

"I've read your profile, and of course I know your true nature."

Fortunately, Ding Bao didn't react, and responded with a calm expression.

"Hmm."

"Si Yin's desire to control is so strong, and you are so docile and weak, will it make him feel unchallenging?"

Ding Bao rubbed his eyes, threw the book aside, squinted his eyes and lay in the sun leisurely, his voice became lazy.

"You know, I didn't intend for him to control me, why provoke him to control?"

"Then you ......"

Forget it, Bazahei still decided not to ask.

It's a vain question to ask, Ding Bao's habit of speaking is to talk half and leave half, and it's okay to say to smart people, anyway, Bazahei listens to it every time, and he can't guess it.

There was no noisy sound in his ears, Ding Bao squinted his eyes and sunburned, and gradually, his breathing became smooth and even.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

Sleeping with wet hair, when Ding Bao got up, she only felt a faint pain in the back of her head, she frowned and patted the back of her head gently.

The hair was not yet dry, the ends were still wet, and the clothes behind the back were all soaked.

She got up and walked out of the room, took three or two steps, and pushed open the door directly across from her.

The bedroom was pitch black, Ding Bao smeared and walked in, lit the candle at hand nearby, and lit all the lamps in every corner of the room one after another by this dim light.

The room was finally lit up.

Ding Bao looked at the living room, Si Yin was still sitting in the same place, facing a game of chess, his movements remained the same, and his expression remained the same.

She lowered her eyes to look at the chessboard, and then bent down to put the chess pieces into the chess box one by one, and when she turned her back to Si Yin, she couldn't see that the puppet prince's eyes were slowly moving.

The azure blue eyes raised and fell quietly behind Ding Bao.

The sluggish little maid didn't know anything, and carefully pressed the black and white chess pieces back into the space of the box one by one according to the shape, and her skirt was slightly raised as she walked, and Si Yin looked at the light pink belt around her waist, and couldn't help but think in her heart.

Are women's waists so thin?

The thin waist will inevitably attract the attention of men, why does she still have a belt around her waist?

Didn't she know that this belt would make her waist look even more slender and fragile?

Si Yin thought wildly.

An unspeakable discontent pervaded.