Suddenly, one morning, Ying Liyang didn't come.

Yun Mumu woke up naturally from sleep, stretched his waist, opened his worried eyes, and looked around.

Wow, I can sleep until I wake up naturally, and I really feel that the air around me is relaxed and happy.

"Ah Jiu, Bingqiao." She called twice in a hoarse voice.

The person who didn't summon her woke up Duan Yixi.

The man yelled in annoyance: "Dead woman, noisy to death." ”

In fact, Yun Mumu is not the only one who is tortured by Ying Liyang every day, but also Duan Yixi.

Every morning, before dawn, he entered his dormitory like a ghost, so unscrupulous, and I don't know what Duan Yiyao thinks when he knows it.

But it doesn't matter, even if Duan Yiyao knows about it, he doesn't dare to do anything if he is afraid of Ying Liyang's identity.

Ying Liyang didn't come today, I thought I could sleep well, I didn't want this dead woman to wake up so early.

He didn't sleep well last night, this woman always sneakily did something to herself in the middle of the night.

I don't know what she's going to do.

Yun Mumu ignored Duan Yixi's roar, and Ah Jiu came in with washing water and blankets.

Bingqiao, who has been mixed and familiarized, is no longer so afraid of life, so he went to fetch the charcoal fire early and prepared breakfast for everyone by the stove.

She knew that Yun Mumu was not used to eating the food sent by the imperial dining room, so she liked to use the big stove sent by King Jing to open a small stove or something.

Especially the radish greens that I grow.

I have always boasted that the vegetables I grow are fat and fresh.

Yun Mumu, who had finished grooming, carried the hem of his skirt and walked to the big stove.

Looking at the things boiling in the small iron pot at a glance, the color looks particularly beautiful.

"Bingqiao, what are you doing?"

"Queen Mother, this is the specialty of our hometown, called Hu spicy soup, sour and spicy appetizing, the slave maid specially made some for you to taste." Bingqiao threw some of his own coriander into the pot.

It makes the mushy soup look more delicious.

caused Yun Mumu's stomach to run out of the worms.

"Okay? When can I eat it? ”

"Immediately, the slave maid also baked a few pieces of cake on the edge of the stove, and this cake was even more delicious with spicy soup."

With that, she cut off a few of the cakes baked on the stove with a spatula and packed them on a lacquered plate.

Yun Mumu looked at the dry cakes and spicy soup in front of him, and looked at the man lying on the bed with distressed eyes, and stared at him with his eyes all the time.

"This doesn't seem to be suitable for paralyzed people."

Those eyes immediately glared at Bingqiao again.

Bingqiao instantly felt that he was hit by a cold light, his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground: "The emperor forgives the sin, the slave maid has never taken care of the paralyzed, so I don't know which things can be eaten by the paralyzed and which things the paralyzed cannot eat." ”

The man on the dragon couch, his handsome face immediately turned black to the bottom of the pot, and said coldly: "Bingqiao, I will give you a chance to reorganize the language." ”

The voice was like the bottom of the 10,000-year-old Xuanice, which made Bingqiao feel that he was about to be cleaned, and he didn't know where he was wrong for a while.

"The emperor forgives the sin, the slave and the maid deserve to die, and the slave and the maid deserve to die."

Duan Yixi: ......

What kind of master is there, what kind of slave will be, if he can't move, can you still live this little palace maid?