"It's just that the emperor didn't see the slave yesterday, so he praised the food, and when he saw it today, he praised the slave's craftsmanship."

As soon as she said this, Qu Guiren was stunned for a moment.

Murong Linshen did praise people just now, but he didn't say clearly what he was boasting about.

It's just that because Linlang looks good, it makes people subconsciously think about this aspect.

The anger on her face had just subsided a little.

Cui Sleeve on the side hurriedly stepped forward to speak.

"This little is full of nonsense, don't believe it, little master!"

"Where did she meet the princess in the kitchen? The slave maid heard about it, and she took something to Huanxi Palace! Maybe you've already betrayed the Lord for glory! ”

"What are you going to do with Concubine Luo?!" Qu Guiren's originally faint anger suddenly doubled under this fanning of the flames.

"Little Lord Mingjian! Slaves and maids, where can slaves and maids disobey the emperor's orders? And the slave maid also has to choose the ingredients, how can it be a ...... in the small kitchen all day"

Linlang began to cry ambiguously again.

"Little Lord! Linlang is indeed only busy cooking, and she has never even served the emperor for dinner, and she also has the dishes sent by the slaves and maids on weekdays! The red shirt knelt down and pleaded for her.

"Even the pea yellow sent to Huanxi Palace was originally prepared for tonight, it is estimated that the emperor was happy to eat yesterday, and he only came over today to ask her to send one to the eldest princess."

With the words of the red shirt, Linlang immediately cried with a heavier sense of grievance, but she just didn't say a word.

Qu Guiren's eyebrows gradually flattened.

Right now, there is such a pearl in the palm of his hand, and the emperor is really concerned. It is also because of this that I often run to the Luo Concubine Palace, and the concubines who see it have itchy teeth.

So it's really possible to send an extra pastry to your daughter.

"Little Lord! Linlang ...... "Seeing that the noble Qu no longer spoke, Cui Sleeves suddenly became anxious.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Linlang's suddenly high-pitched voice.

"Woo woo woo little lord! The slave and maid have no thoughts about the emperor! Black Lotus Linlang stretched out four fingers with a determined expression.

"Slave maid dare to swear to heaven here! If the slave maid has half a lie in this, it will thunder and thunder, and it will not be good to die!! ”

She really didn't have the slightest thought about the emperor.

But to say that there is no second heart for the nobles...... It's very empty-hearted.

Qu Weirou's face finally softened completely.

Cui Sleeves opened her mouth, but she couldn't think of anything to say.

Linlang suddenly pointed at her and asked loudly: "Sister Cui Sleeve, what do you mean by saying that I betrayed my master?" Even the red-shirted sister who stays with me every day hasn't said that I'm bad, could it be that you're the one who wants to sow discord? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!?" Cui Sleeve obviously didn't expect this fire to burn to himself in the end, and immediately jumped to his feet.

"I didn't mean to doubt my sister, but since my sister is not, then please ask my sister to swear a poisonous oath too." Linlang shook the thorn back and doubled it.

"Please swear that you have no second thoughts about the master, and you have no thoughts about the emperor. This is also to reassure the little master, isn't it? ”

"I, I, I ......" Cui Sleeve's eyes were a little flustered.

I don't know what point hit the secret she couldn't tell, and the four fingers were raised tremblingly, but I couldn't say anything for a long time.

Seeing that she looked so obviously weak-hearted, Qu Guiren's expression immediately became gloomy.

"!"

She kicked Cui Sleeve's stomach hard, "You are still brought into the palace by me from home!" Is it two-hearted to me? Or do you have thoughts about the emperor?! ”

The other party rolled in a circle, holding his stomach ache and curling up and not daring to speak.