Because of what happened before, Jiang Shu's heart was no longer calm, and he could no longer continue to read the scrolls, so he extinguished all the lights and candles in the room, took off the cloak on his body and went to bed.

It's just that because of the lingering pictures in my mind, I couldn't sleep when I was lying on the bed, and I didn't feel really sleepy until the sound of the sound outside, and I fell asleep with a quilt in my arms.

The next morning, Jiang Shu was woken up by a tempting sweet fragrance, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, sat up with his body that was a little sour and swoon, and saw the sunlight coming in through the half-open silk window in front of the dresser, casting a swaying light and shadow on the curtain hung in front of the bed.

"Princess, you're awake." Hearing the movement inside, a round-faced girl wearing a blue-green white rabbit fur collar and a short cotton jacket with a waist clip and a goose yellow pleated skirt walked inside with a copper basin filled with half a basin of warm water.

"Are you ......" Jiang Shu frowned slightly as she walked around the screen into the inner room.

"The princess doesn't recognize the slave and maid?" The girl put the copper basin in her hand on the nearby basin shelf, turned her head and smiled at her, "The slave maid is Yun Poria, the name of the slave and maid is still given by the princess!" ”

"It turned out to be-" After her reminder, Jiang Shu suddenly thought of the time when Zheng Qingyuan was brought to the palace half a year ago to name several maids in the palace, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?" ”

"It was Steward Zhou who asked the slave maid to serve the princess," Yun Lingling smiled obediently, "Not only the slave maid, but also the three sisters of Jin Yingzi, Green Calyx Plum, and Wood Butterfly are here!" ”

"Oh." Jiang Shu replied lightly, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. Didn't he offend Zhu Changxun yesterday, why did the government send someone over to serve him?

Is it because Zhu Changxun is generous and doesn't embarrass himself because of that incident, or is the arrival of these maids simply his ulterior motives?

"Is the princess going to get up? Slaves and maids change the princess's clothes. As she muttered, the crisp voice of Yun Poria sounded again.

Jiang Shu had already woken up at this time, and had no intention of continuing to sleep, nodded slowly, lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and asked casually, "What about the screen?" Why didn't I see her? ”

"Today is Laba Festival, Sister Pingqian, Sister Jin Yingzi, Sister Green Calyx, and Sister Wood Butterfly are boiling Laba porridge for the princess in the small kitchen!" Yun Lingying smiled, walked to the low side of the screen, and picked up the snow-white middle single placed on the dark red lacquer plate on it.

When Jiang Shu heard her say this, he couldn't help but think of the tempting sweet fragrance he smelled, his expression was slightly restrained, he put on the light cyan satin embroidered shoes placed next to the bed, got up and took two steps out, and raised his arms in front of her.

Under the waiter of Yun Poria, dressed and freshened up, walked out of the door, and the few people who went to boil the porridge had already boiled the laba porridge, and were carrying it from Ping Qian in a blue and white porcelain soup basin, walking towards this side.

Behind her, side by side followed by three handsome women of similar age, dressed in the same way as Yun Poria, which are the golden cherry blossoms, green calyx plums, and wood butterflies in her mouth. Because there was only one side of the relationship at the beginning, Jiang Shu couldn't distinguish between them.

"Miss is up." Walking closer, Ping Qian stopped slightly and said with a light smile.

"Sister Pingqian, you can't call the princess a young lady anymore, you should call her the princess." Without waiting for Jiang Shu to respond, Yun Ling, who was behind her, hurriedly reminded.

"Oh, yes, look at me, I forgot to change my words." Ping Qian smiled a little embarrassedly, and raised the soup pot in his hand towards Jiang Shu, "Princess, the slaves and maids have already boiled the laba porridge." ”

"Okay, let's bring it in." Jiang Shu answered softly, turned around and walked back to the room.