Her horror made the celebrant even colder, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of black qi, which made people tremble when they saw it.

"That," Wen Cha hid the hand holding the steamed bun behind and stammered, "No, it's not, the steamed bun is not very delicious......

It's not hard to eat, it's already a very euphemistic statement.

She is a southerner, she doesn't like pasta, and she has eaten white steamed buns here for more than a month, and she is not crazy because she has the acting skills of a movie queen.

The celebrant stared at her flustered eyes condescendingly for a moment, with no expression on his face, and said coldly, "What's your name?"

Warm tea: "!!" Also ask for a name? Does this man have to take revenge on her??

"Slave and maid tea."

The celebrant glanced at her, "I meant your name before you entered the palace."

"Before the slave maid enters the palace, the name is called, Zhong Cha."

Bell Tea ......

The celebrant darkened his eyes and continued, "How old is it?"

"Sixteen."

"Why did you enter the palace?"

Wen Cha: "......" Why do you have so many problems......

"The slave maid has been poor since she was a child, and her father and brother have a hard life, so they go to the palace to make a living."

Her answer was decent, and her eyes were calm.

The celebrant took two steps forward, and his extremely tall body shrouded her in his own shadow, and his gaze was like a knife, slashing across her face, making her eyebrows, nose, even lips and chin, and even the baby fat on her face, moment by moment, see clearly.

Even if Wen Cha has a good psychological quality, he can't resist this kind of murderous gaze.

"That...... My lord ......" She glanced at him secretly and said, "What did the slave and maid do wrong?"

"None."

Wen Cha: "......" What are you doing here?

"Lift your eyes and look at me." The celebrant was in her ear, and his voice was thin and cold.

Wen Cha raised her head, and the celebrant reached out and pinched her chin, her eyebrows were as cold as ice and snow: "Smile at me."

Wen Cha: "......" This person is mentally ill!

The cold fingers made Wen Cha shiver subconsciously, and in a moment, she played an acting skill comparable to that of a movie queen, revealing a distorted smile.

Well, the acting skills of the actress can't save her hair.

After tearing the corners of his mouth, a small dimple was revealed on the baby's fat face, which looked like a pear blossom, and it was a little joyful, which was extremely cute.

The darkness in the celebrant's eyes grew thicker, and he let go of her chin, and without saying another word, he turned and left.

Turn around? Just gone?

Wen Cha stared at his ghostly back.

So, what exactly is he here for?

Wen Cha didn't bother to care what he was doing, she secretly buried the deformed steamed bun in the garden and walked back with a broom.

That night, the dinner of Zhong Cui Palace was still steamed buns, but finally there was a bowl of porridge to warm the stomach.

Xia and autumn have come back early in recent days, in the main hall, there is Gonggong An, after dinner, the concubine Niangniang is rare and compassionate, let them come back to rest, only Gonggong An is left to watch the lights.

Because of Concubine De's mother, there were three strong rivals in the palace at once, the emperor seemed to be a little tired, and often came to Zhongcui Palace, the concubine's face was also better, and she was not so harsh on the slaves on weekdays.

Xia Qiu asked with great interest, "Have you seen the Overseer today?"

Wen Cha thought for a moment and nodded, "He's really scary." ”

Xia Qiu also felt the same way, "When I stood at the door, when I looked at him, Sister Taoran and Taoran were so frightened that their faces turned white. ”

Tao Ran is a second-class palace maid like Xia Qiu.

"After Sister Taoran came down, her legs were a little weak, but fortunately, the Overseer didn't look at us."

Wen Cha couldn't help laughing and teased: "That concubine is probably scared and her legs are weak."

"Isn't it?" Xia Qiu said with serious eyes: "The concubine Niangniang sat on the soft couch and didn't let us see it, but Grandpa An gave Niangniang a massage for an afternoon."

"That's tiring."

"That's right," Xia Qiu shook her head and sighed: "In recent days, Niangniang has taken care of everything by Father-in-law An, whether it is diet or clothing, it is inseparable from Father-in-law An.

Xia Qiu's eyebrows were all angry for Grandpa An.

Wen Cha put away his smile and said lightly: "Father-in-law An takes care of Niangniang, it is a matter of duty, you still don't worry about him, I'm afraid Father-in-law An is willing to do this."

Xia Qiu saw that she was serious, and didn't think much about it, "You're right, Grandpa An is with his mother, smiling and honoring, which is good." ”

"Well," Wen Cha tugged at the quilt for her, "sleep." ”

"Okay."

The next day, Xia Qiu went to duty early in the morning.

After Wen Cha got up, he drank a bowl of porridge and went to the yard to sweep the flowers.

Naturally, the flowers are almost exhausted, and when the leaves turn yellow, winter comes.

After sweeping the ground, Wen Cha sat in the corner and beat his legs slowly, and after beating for a while, in the air, out of nowhere, suddenly wafted over with a strong smell of meat.

Wen Cha's nose moved, and his saliva was about to flow out.

The person who hasn't touched her meat for more than a month is really hungry to death, okay?

She stood up searching for the scent, just as she was about to see where the scent was coming from.

When she raised her head, she found a black and blue figure standing not far from her, holding a cluster of fresh lotus leaves in her hand, and the breath was emanating from the lotus leaves.

Wen Cha snorted pitifully: "......" Why is this person here again?

That person was none other than the celebrant I had seen yesterday.

Wen Cha stood up and was about to salute him again, but the celebrant raised his foot and walked towards her, holding the lotus leaf, which did not match him at all.

As he got closer and closer, the aroma became more and more fragrant, and the fragrant warm tea was like a worm in its belly, scratching its heart and lungs.

Isn't this person trying to get revenge on her, that's why he is so ruthless, and he wants to use delicious food to make her remember it for a long time?

Walking up to Wen Cha, the celebrant said coldly: "Are you hungry?"

Wen Cha: "......" starved to death!

"Eat."

He shoved the things in his lotus leaf pocket into Wen Cha's hand, turned around and leaned against the wooden tree that was still falling flowers, and his eyes fell quietly on her.

Warm tea is simply flattered.

This celebrant is actually here to bring her food?! She's not dreaming, is she?

She held the lotus leaf and looked at the celebrant with burning eyes, she was not afraid, nor panicked, she was pleasantly surprised: "This, really...... For me? ”

The look in her eyes made the celebrant move his brows, and his face was gloomy: "Eat."

Warm tea: "......" must be eaten!

"Thank you, Overseer."

She nested by the tree, digging out the lotus leaf chicken, and the belly sounded and called a faceless.

But the master of ceremonies didn't seem to hear it, and his gaze stopped on her for a moment, and then he looked away, looking at the path outside the door, with a cold and majestic expression, as if the person who did such a thing was not him.

After devouring the warm tea, I remembered to ask, "Have you eaten it?"

The celebrant stared at her with lowered eyes, seeing that she was unproductive, and then at the mess in her hand, the corners of her mouth moved, and she did not speak.

Wen Cha: Is she disgusted by ......?