Yun Mumu touched her empty stomach, and made trouble all morning, either this or that, until now she has not been able to eat a bite of the red and white radish soup she made.

She went back to the big stove, and when she found that the red and white radish soup was already boiled and didn't look like anything to eat, she shook her head.

The intimate Bingqiao brought her a hot bun, and Yun Mumu was excited with tears in her eyes: "Bingqiao, where did you get the bun?" ”

Bingqiao raised her eyebrows, and replied with a little proud smile: "Niangniang, although the slave maid is a little palace maid, she is soft-spoken, but the slave maid has been in this palace for many years, and there is still a bit of interpersonal relationship, this bun was secretly given to the slave maid by a little eunuch in the imperial dining room, and the slave maid knew that Niangniang was called out by the dead king in the morning, and you must not be able to eat breakfast, and you must be hungry when you come back, so you will keep this bun hot and leave it for you to come back to eat." ”

Yun Mumu took the bun and took a bite of it, feeling that he really knew the treasure and attracted such a good little girl by his side.

Seeing Yun Mumu eating happily, Bingqiao's heart was also happy, and she was sure that she had not taken refuge in the wrong master.

She took a large cushion and sat down around the big stove, a treatment she had never experienced anywhere else in the palace.

In front of the master, how can there be a slave to sit?

Even the reply was low eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, I didn't dare to look up, this queen mother, amiable, she will definitely swear allegiance to the queen, she will definitely ......

"Niangniang, that King Jing didn't embarrass you when he called you out, right?" Bingqiao asked with concern.

Yun Mumu gulped down the buns and replied vaguely: "No, this palace is the queen, how can he embarrass this palace, hey, it's so fragrant." ”

She Yunmumu, who used to be the dignified concubine of the British government, is now the queen mother who has left the country, and she can't imagine that one day she will be hungry and feel that a bun is so fragrant.

What kind of iniquity is this?

Reduced to such a point.

Bingqiao's little eyes drifted around, making sure that there was no Duan Yiyao's eyeliner in this hall now.

Then he came to Yun Mumu and whispered: "Niangniang, the slave maid heard that this King Jing is not a good thing, he looks gentle and elegant and easy-going on the outside, and his temperament is actually similar to that of our emperor, and he is cruel and ruthless. ”

No matter how whispered the little girl was, she was still heard by the tyrant on the bed.

The man's brows were twisted into a pimple, and his eyes were gloomy, squinting at the master and servant who were talking about right and wrong.

This is called Bingqiao, he doesn't know, how did she survive so many chapters?

"Oh? How so? What kind of murderous law? Yun Mumu stuffed the last bite of buns into his mouth, and his apricot eyes were full of gossip.

"The slave maid heard that in the early years, the little marquis of Zhao's mansion, who was not favored, offended King Jing and was kicked to death by King Jing's feet, and then he also removed the skin of the little marquis, made a human skin lantern, and hung it at the door of Zhao Hou's mansion.

The tyrant on the bed listened to Bingqiao's narration and widened his eyes, although she was telling the truth, her ignorant and fearless spirit was really worrying.

"Isn't it, so ruthless? That King Jing doesn't look such a murderous person, huh? ”

Yun Mumu opened his misty eyes in surprise, and looked at Bing Qiao with a serious face.