Li Congzhou stared at this osmanthus cake quietly, and after a while, he suddenly tightened his fingers, and the water vapor squeezed out of the cake soaked the oiled paper, making his fingerprints look like five holes.

He thought of the northwest again, and thought of the Xirong people who attacked the camp in the cold moon and cold wind.

The nobles of Xijon were particularly fond of mistreating prisoners of war, and they liked to see the mass of flesh struggle and beat in the palm of their hands, and finally turn into a puddle of crushed flesh.

In the wilderness, along with other carrion corpses: bitten by dogs, trampled by horses, eaten by vultures.

And the captives who survive will not be slaves, but the slaves of Sijon are inferior to livestock:

The Rong would put collars on them, even cut off their forearms and legs, and make the slaves fall on the ground like dogs and lick the filth they spit on the ground.

Li Congzhou took a deep breath, only to feel that his nasal cavity was full of blood that could not be dispersed.

What do you mean?

Give him leftovers?

His face was so cold that he almost crushed the cake.

Knock, knock, knock –

The rice bell of Baoguo Temple rang, and the quaint bell recalled some of Li Congzhou's senses, he looked at the crumpled ball of oiled paper, and finally sneered, twisted the opposite corner with two fingers, and prepared to throw it into the swill bucket not far away.

Before he let go, a monk dressed in sea green flashed on the mountain road, who was about twenty years old, and when he saw Li Congzhou, he rushed over and hugged him:

"Little junior brother! Smell if there is still a smell on Senior Brother's body? ”

What came to the face was a smell of mutton, and the aroma of wine mixed with it.

Li Congzhou twisted his eyebrows, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose and retreat.

This is his senior brother Mingyi, who was born in a wealthy family in Jianghuai but was born weak and sickly.

As a result, he simply became a monk and became a great disciple of Master Yuankong.

Mingyi is proficient in scriptures and has excellent swordsmanship talent, but he is born with a romantic and alcoholic life, and always likes to put the words of the senior monk Li Xiuyuan, "Wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha stays in his heart" on his lips, and the rules and precepts can not be abided by.

Seeing that the little junior brother was full of disgust, and Mingyi also knew that the smell on his body was heavy, he sighed twice, and at a glance he saw the oil paper bag in Li Congzhou's hand-

"Huh? Isn't this a pottery osmanthus cake? "The oiled paper was snatched up.

"Senior brother, this ......"

"I know, I know," Mingyi opened his mouth and bit it, "It must be Princess Ning's reward for you, how can anyone in our temple afford to eat such an expensive thing." ”

Saying that, Mingyi stuffed the cake into his mouth in two bites, and clasped his hands together and shook Li Congzhou, "I have a little junior brother, I still have a taste on my clothes, and your osmanthus cake will be my dinner. ”

Seeing his senior brother disappear into the mountains and forests in the distance, Li Congzhou shook his head and glanced at the oil paper that fell on the ground:

The Marquis of Xiangping's wife, Bai Shi, was cautious, and no one sent over could gain her trust. And the dark guard of his previous life, the dark shadow, still doesn't know where he is trapped.

He really doesn't have much time, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to this little prank.

……

With the sound of the temple bell, Gu Yunqiu also ran back to the courtyard.

He ran with his head stuffed, not looking at the road at all, until a large almond yellow skirt appeared in front of him, and he couldn't hold it anymore. The eight-year-old child's sense of balance was not enough, and with a thud, his head slammed into the apricot.

"Little naughty, where is the wild?" The princess said in a gentle voice, squatted down and took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead.

Smelling the familiar plum fragrance, Gu Yunqiu's heart settled down slightly.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed himself and threw himself into the princess's arms, "No, no." ”

Princess Ning looked at him, and helplessly cast her inquiring gaze on the few little guys behind him.

Brother Shun, who was the leader, scratched his head, and he really didn't know where to start.

- The matter of bullying the little monk is a certainty, looking at Gu Yunqiu's expression just now, most of them are really angry, and they have to explain to the princess and punish them.

He didn't speak, and the other little servants only looked at him, and they didn't dare to speak, and they all bowed their heads to avoid the princess's sight.

The princess felt strange in her heart, and was about to ask, but Gu Yunqiu in her arms opened her mouth first:

"Auntie, I have a few words for you."

The princess had just come back from chanting in the main hall, and the small kitchen in the courtyard was still preparing dinner, she rubbed Gu Yunqiu's head, and led him to the main hall.

The furnishings of the hall are no different from those of the east wing, except that the rooms are larger, and the furnishings are even a little simpler. In the middle is enshrined a Jizo King Bodhisattva, and the earthen kang is under the south window, and there is also a book case.

It's just that the princess is a woman, and there are a few more clothes boxes, wooden bronze mirrors and makeup boxes in the house.

The princess led him to the table, and first asked the grandmother next to her to get a bowl of cherry pastry, this thing is sweet, and the cherries are in season, mixed with chilled milk and honey, and children love to eat them.

Gu Yunqiu listened, but he didn't show much joy, and only hurriedly let the people around the princess go down.

"What's wrong?" Although the princess was strange, she still held her back as she said, "What does Qiuqiu want to say, so mysterious?" ”

Gu Yunqiu pursed his lips and explained all the actions of Brother Shun in the past two days, and at the end, he summarized his statement in a very small voice:

"Ah Niang, I don't want him to follow me anymore."

The reason why it was whispered was because the personal servant that the princess and princess picked for him at the beginning was not Brother Shun.

What they fancy is a scholar in Qingyang Academy, eleven-year-old, who looks good and quite talented, speaks and does things steadily and properly, but has an old-fashioned personality and admits death.

What Mr. has explained must be done, even if Gu Yunqiu uses his identity as a master to pressure him, he will say with a straight eye - it is his incompetence not to persuade the master to be diligent and learn.

Now Gu Yunqiu knows what is wrong, and knows that although the little scholar is strict, he treats him sincerely.

But in his previous life, he didn't want to find someone to take care of himself, so he found fault in three days, and finally got his wish and made the princess resign and replace him with Brother Shun.

He was embarrassed when he thought about this, but the princess didn't care, and only asked, "Is there a replacement candidate for Qiuqiu?" ”

Gu Yunqiu shook his head.

He wanted the handyman in his previous life, but unfortunately he didn't know his name.

"In this way," after the princess sat down, she groaned for a moment and took Gu Yunqiu's hand, "Qiuqiu knows all these aunts, but now that we are in Baoguo Temple, many things are not as convenient as in the house, do you understand?" ”

Gu Yunqiu sighed.

"No matter how bad Brother Shun is, he is also your personal servant, in other words, the person you are used to. At the moment, you have no candidate for replacement, Ah Niang thinks that it is better to punish him with a small punishment and leave him for the time being. ”

Gu Yunqiu frowned slightly.

The princess patted the back of his hand and said comfortingly: "A-Niang didn't say that she wouldn't let you change it, it's just that the other little guys brought out by Ning Xintang are not smart enough, and they are not as good as Brother Shun." ”

"I bought it from the outside, and I don't know the roots, and my mother doesn't have to worry about handing you over to others."

"In short, A-Niang answered you, and if you find the right person, you will change it, okay?"

Gu Yunqiu listened, intellectually feeling that the princess was reasonable, but emotionally she was a little overwhelmed. He kicked the stone bricks at his feet, "That'...... What to do with Brother Shun? ”

"The servants of the palace are sixty flogging, but—don't you keep him to serve? I think it's going to be ten boards in the hospital, and then fined for one year, how about it? ”

Also...... Okay.

Gu Yunqiu pursed his lips: This matter is really not urgent.

At this time, Mama's cherry pastry was finally ready: in the middle of the tray was a small celadon bowl, filled with beautiful cherries like red agate, and the fruit was soaked in cow's milk, like white silk wrapped in precious stones.

"Qiuqiu eats first."

The princess left her grandmother to serve in the house, and she walked outside the door to send out the group of slaves—

Brother Shun is very good at observing words and feelings, and without waiting for the princess to speak, he has already led a group of small servants to kneel in the courtyard. As soon as the princess came out, he kowtowed twice and said a few words: "The villain knows his mistakes." ”

If he changes his time, the princess may still be able to praise him for being obedient.

But thinking about Gu Yunqiu's words at this moment, the princess felt that this Shun brother had too many eyes, and if she stayed by Gu Yunqiu's side for a long time, she was afraid that it would hinder the master.

She frowned and said the punishment she had just discussed with Gu Yunqiu.

After hearing this, a trace of disbelief flashed in Brother Shun's eyes.

Although he hid it well, he was still caught by the princess, who squinted her eyes and disliked this family servant even more in her heart.

She didn't have a seizure, she pressed it for the time being, but only ordered another grandmother to supervise it, and asked all the little maids in the courtyard to watch carefully.

"The palace does not raise slaves who deceive and betray their masters, nor do they use their power to bully evil servants," Mama said urgently, "If there is a recidivism, the family law will deal with it!" Beheading the exiles, reporting to the officials and selling them, they all weigh it themselves! ”

The small servants in the courtyard are quail-like, and they all say yes.

The princess looked around and ordered the guards to punish her.

The guards were ordered to find a stool, tie Brother Shun to it, take a three-inch wide board, and hit Brother Shun's waist and hips in the middle of the front.

After one or two strokes, Brother Shun could still grit his teeth and hold on, and after three strokes, he couldn't help but let out a muffled hum, and by the time the last two boards had not fallen, he had already cried and wailed.

A few of Su Riai's followers turned white at this time, and they closed their eyes and turned their heads away.

By the time the last two boards fell, Brother Shun had already lost half his life: his shirt was soaked with sweat, and his pants were oozing with bloodstains.

"You have all watched," the princess's voice was unhurried, "how to act in the future, I am vigilant in my heart, and I must keep in mind the family rules of the house." ”

Everyone said yes, and when the princess waved their hands and let them disperse, a few little people dared to come forward to help Brother Shun, who had fallen into a coma.

These are all half-sized little radish heads, but some raise their hands and some hug their legs, and they are well-trained to get Brother Shun back to the straight room at the door, and then they are diligently boiling water, changing clothes, and applying medicine.

That formation, as if Brother Shun was their master.

The princess lowered her eyebrows and beckoned the guards, "Go and deliver a message to the second steward." ”

The guard bowed and listened.

"I'm just such a son," the princess's voice was cold, "so that he can't get his mind wrong." ”

After the guard received the order, Mama also persuaded, "Madame, don't be angry, the son is young, these people in the house are just trying to find a way out, Brother Shun is not right-minded, but he doesn't dare to harm people." ”

The princess shook her head: The art of controlling people, selecting talents and using energy. Which high-ranking family doesn't have pickles?

She hoped that Brother Shun would only make profits, but she was afraid that his ambitions would not stop there.

Now that Ning Xintang's little servants have been around him, in the future, when she and King Ning inherit the palace a hundred years later, Gu Yunqiu will inherit the palace, and Brother Shun will have the background of his father's stewardship-

I don't know who has the final say in this palace.

The princess looked at the sunset: Indeed, it's time to find someone for Gu Yunqiu again.

……

Brother Shun fell over there, and Gu Yunqiu was holding a small bowl and eating vigorously.

When the princess came in and saw that he was fragrant, she couldn't help but lean over and flick his head, and feigned dissatisfaction:

"Ah, Qiuqiu eats alone?"

Gu Yunqiu immediately pushed the small bowl over, and there were two cherries soaked in the shallow milk:

“…… That Ah Niang eats. ”

The princess had the heart to tease him, and frowned even more when she looked at the small bowl, "Qiuqiu gave A-Niang leftovers?" ”

Gu Yunqiu was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw the princess with a smile in her eyes, and then she reacted, this was looking for him to be happy.

How so!

Gu Yunqiu was annoyed, reached out and pulled back the small bowl, humming angrily and eating a fine light.

"Poof-" The princess laughed, but she deliberately glanced at the grandmother next to her, and said in a long voice: "There is a cloud in the Book of Rites: 'Yu Yu is not sacrificed', and he said: 'Ji Ming, the woman feeds, the aunt eats, and the woman Yu Yu', what, Qiuqiu wants to discuss this with Ah Niang?" ”

“……”

Gu Yunqiu really couldn't answer this.

The rules in the Book of Rites seemed to him to be old-fashioned and unreasonable:

Why can't the bride who cooks even go to the table, and has to wait for someone to finish hungry before she can eat the rest of the ......

Wait, Gu Yunqiu suddenly became a spirit.

He subconsciously pulled it into his arms, and his face was red and white:

Help, help!

He, he, he...... He just stuffed his leftover osmanthus cake to Li Congzhou!

Gu Yunqiu blinked quickly.

After a while, his head slammed on the table:

It's over, Li Congzhou shouldn't think he's a pervert......

Meanwhile.

Separated by a wall, outside the monk's house-

The little novice in a gray monk's robe was pinching his nose and handing the paper to the senior brother in the hut.

Mingyi's face was sallow, two trembling, and he scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the boss who sold barbecue:

He said that the meat tasted wrong, and the boss said that he was a monk who didn't know how to do it, and boasted that it was camel meat from the Western Regions, and it was normal to have a little sourness.

Bah! Normal ghost! It's just rancid ordinary mutton!

Listening to the sound of water dripping in the pit, Li Congzhou covered his mouth and nose and took two steps back, thinking of the bag of osmanthus cakes stuffed by Gu Yunqiu, his eyes were three points cold:

Xiao Xuan was uneasy and kind, and the osmanthus cake stuffed over was really problematic.