Two quarters of an hour later, the concubines arrived one after another, and only about the queen mother in the imperial concubine's palace had not yet appeared.

Peppermint had already refilled the third cup of tea for Mo Xin, and Mo Xin couldn't help but eat three pieces of snacks, and secretly gave two pieces of mint, wanting her to hide it and take it back to eat.

Peppermint is fourteen years old, too thin and small, and if she stays home, she is malnourished, she is only fourteen years old, and she is still a child, so she needs to eat more.

Not to mention in the palace, there are the most beauties, and the most comfortable thing about participating in this kind of palace meeting is the crit of beauty, looking at these warblers and swallows in the morning, the eyes have been baptized, and the pain of not being able to sleep has been alleviated.

Being an emperor is indeed happy, and Mo Xin can't help but envy it.

When everyone waited until the tea was tasteless, and a few of them ran to Gongfang, Aunt Ziqing came out with an apology on her face and said to everyone.

"The queen mother was sick last night, and she asked the doctor for diagnosis and treatment, so she didn't cancel today's morning meeting, but just now the mother's migraine was more serious, so please go back and rest, it's not appropriate for the mother to see people today."

"Yes. I hope that Niangniang is in good health, and the concubine retires. Everyone got up and saluted, and answered neatly, Mo Xin was caught off guard, a mouthful of dim sum scum stuck in his throat, and quickly squatted down and lowered his head and coughed twice.

You're training so well.

Looking at everyone's usual looks, I knew that they were probably used to it, the queen mother often released pigeons, but they waited for everyone to sit for a while before announcing the news, I don't know if it was specially for Mo Xin to eat and drink well and then drive people away......

The imperial concubine and her entourage were afraid that they would get the news early, so they couldn't come directly.

Eat and drink well, and anyway, they all came all the way, and Mursin decided to take mint everywhere.

But she made a small promise, and it was really tiring to see that everyone had to bend down and squat to salute.

So she took Mint and walked around the middle of nowhere, trying to see a few leaders.

What the Old Summer Palace is like, Mo Xin has never seen it, but the scenery in the palace is pleasant, and all kinds of flowers and plants grow many and well even in this winter.

Mo Xin is a layman, and he has little knowledge, and most of the expensive flowers and plants are unknown, but he feels good-looking, and when he sees it, he can't help but feel that it would be good to have a camera, and he can draw, but unfortunately he has not lit up his artistic skills.

The warm winter sun was very comfortable, and she pulled the mint and was about to sit on the frozen lake on the snow that had not melted.

"Little master, no, the snow is cold, you forgot that your illness is just right, but you don't want to come back, unless you don't save money, and you still want to drink bitter medicine." Mint disagreed, and the little master always did unreliable things.

When I saw the snow two months ago, I insisted on pulling her out to play in the snow despite her body that had just improved.

How old a person, I'm still so excited to see the snow.

Then I drank the medicine for more than a month, and the little moon silver was all supplemented, and I didn't get any silver to add vegetables, so I ate tightly.

Mo Xin pouted unhappily, the little girl was quite tight, and then she still grinded up. She is from the south, and she has no resistance to snow until she has seen it.

"Poof." There was a child hiding behind a bush and snickering.

Peppermint eyes are quick and pull people out.

"Which one are you?" Mursin asked curiously.

She really had never seen the little eunuch in the palace have such a young age, only about four or five years old, but it can be said which prince he is, there is neither a grandmother or a palace maid eunuch guarding him, and his clothes are also wrinkled, not like the standard luxury of the prince, even the buttons are wrong, the shoes are one or two sizes smaller, and the heels can't get in.

"Let go of me." The child struggled quietly, desperately avoiding the claws of mint, but with the strength of a cat, he couldn't break free.

Mursin came up to him, and he was startled, and his face was white and he wanted to hide.

Seeing that he was about to cry in fright, Mo Xin touched his face and asked Mint not very confidently: "I look very scary?" ”

Mint smiled from ear to ear.

Mursin was furious, snatched a piece of hawthorn cake from his mint pocket, and squatted in front of the child like a child trafficker to tempt the child.

"Want to eat? If you want to eat, you have to call my sister~"

The child's eyes were glued to the hawthorn cake when it appeared, and he swallowed very hard.

"That's my ~little master~" Mint complained to no avail.

"Sister~" crisp milk sound.

Before my sister's words fell, the child's saliva flowed to his chin, and a large bead of saliva was about to flow onto his clothes.

"Oops, oops!" Mursin hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped it, for fear that saliva would flow to his clothes.

"Eat, eat, eat." Mursin hurriedly stuffed the hawthorn cake into him, and the gluttony was endless.

"Which palace are you from? Sister, find someone to send you back. ”

The child held the hawthorn cake, like a little hamster, and slowly gnawed it one bite at a time, listening to Mo Xin's words, he only shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Are you the prince?" Mo Xin still asked, in case it was the prince and grandson, she didn't dare to approach.

The child pauses and shakes his head.

"That'...... Are you a reserve handyman in the palace or a relative of which palace? ”

The child turned his back and ignored the people, and only buried his head in eating.

"Okay, okay, then you eat slowly, my sister is going back."

The sleeve was pulled, and the child stuffed the pastry into his mouth, covering his mouth with one hand to prevent it from being exposed, and grabbing Moxin with the other to prevent her from leaving.

"Eh, what are you doing!" Mint tugged at his back collar to pull the child away.

"Mint loosens." Mursin looked down at the child, squatted down and looked at him and chuckled, "A pastry will buy you, if you put it out of the way, I will sell you in a minute." ”

"No, you won't." The child stared at her and rarely spoke.

Mursin touched his thin, dull hair, and suddenly felt a little distressed.

"Okay, then my sister will make a grasshopper for you as a gift, and then you have to go home obediently, my sister can't afford to raise you, and my sister can't afford to raise little mint."

Mint muttered: "It's obviously the little master I raised......

Mursh glared at Mint without confidence.

After playing with the child for a while with a simple straw grasshopper, Mursh went back.

The child didn't say which palace it belonged to, but it was a lot of trouble, so she handed him over to the aunt who was on duty nearby, who obviously knew him, scolded him twice, and told him not to run around.

The child cowered and did not dare to speak.

Mursin wanted her not to murder the child, but she was afraid that the plea would cause her aunt to be dissatisfied with the child, and it would be even worse for her to give him a look in a place where she couldn't see, so she put up with it.

Back at Cuizhuyuan, the cold but still tempting chicken legs did not make her feel pleasant.

Unhappy, the child is pitiful.

A round of clear moon hanging branches, forget it, my own window paper is not pasted, I have no time to take care of myself and worry about others not being comfortable.