Doomed to be Cannon Fodder

Chapter 10: Root carving, gift

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In fact, Bai Xiangxiu only woke up after being dazed for a while. At that time, she was being stared at by someone being pressed under her body. Even if she didn't open her eyes, she could feel the strong masculine breath, which was so hot that her heart almost stopped beating.

She was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. She really didn't understand what the male protagonist was doing. This was completely different from the plot!

The plot said that he never even held hands with these concubines before meeting the heroine. However, what happened to being pressed down suddenly

After a while, when she heard people go out, she gasped heavily and muttered, "Oh, you scared me to death, did the male lead smoke?"

Wiping the cold sweat on her forehead, the male protagonist is still the most terrifying, and she should continue to pursue male supporting roles.

It's just that I've consumed too much energy recently, and my blood sugar has been low. Is this the first time I've fainted suddenly? Just thinking about it, Xiao Shi brought the doctor over.

She was relieved to notice that the prince had left, but when she thought about it, it was wrong. She should be looking forward to the prince to stay. The master is his concubine, and only his love is the master's happiness.

However, she felt distressed when she saw the soft master on the bed. A majestic talent like the prince, and a warrior, the master is afraid that he can't stand him...

Thinking of this, her face turned red and pale.

When Bai Xiangxiu started taking medicine again, the male protagonist did not appear again after only a few days.

She felt that the reason why the male protagonist came was because he was forced by the old lady, but why didn't he go to another lady's room? Maybe I came to see it because I was terrified

Don't guess the male protagonist's mind, you can't figure it out even after guessing. Since he is his own evil spirit, it is better to rarely see him.

But his own poem didn't seem to seduce the male partner Song Jiaoyue. Is it true that fame is the most important thing? She sighed and could only continue to think of a way.

By the way, the old lady's birthday is coming. When the time comes, the male lead will come. At this time, the heroine claims that she is not sick, but instead sends a painting to attract the attention of the male lead and the male lead.

You must not let the male supporting cast notice the female protagonist, but you want to grab a little limelight. At least, you can't lose to the heroine, otherwise it will be difficult to restore his heart in the future.

After Bai Xiangxiu recovered from her illness, she thought about what gift she wanted to give to the old lady. She was not good at painting, but she was good at gardening.

After thinking about it for a long time, she asked Xiaoshi, "Where can we find tree roots in our house?"

"Ah, the tree root? Madam Xiu, what do you want with that?" Xiao Shi felt that the master was getting more and more strange recently, and the disease that he had frightened seemed to be not getting better.

Bai Xiangxiu smiled mysteriously, "Secret."

Xiao Shi said: "I'm afraid it's only in the kitchen." It was used to split the fire.

"Let's go and have a look." Bai Xiangxiu put down the cup in her hand and walked out with Xiao Shi. She has been hiding in the small yard and rarely comes out since she wore it.

This appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention, not only because of her appearance but also because of her dress.

After all, Bai Xiangxiu is a modern person, so she added some modern elements to her dress. Or the makeup, or the accessories on the clothes are always different from others.

In this way, after the combination of ancient and modern, the dress is naturally a lot more flexible. But she had long forgotten her peerless appearance, and she came to the kitchen with a smile and a good mood.

The group of people in the kitchen were all stunned. How could this charming lady come to the place of fireworks like the kitchen

Seeing her master rushing forward carelessly, Xiao Shi hurriedly blocked her and said, "Mrs. Xiu, you were careful to be bumped into in the past, and you were sitting in the pavilion resting and the servants went to call the people who responded."

It was really troublesome, Bai Xiangxiu had to sit in the pavilion. After a while, an old lady came over, saluted Mrs. Xiu and said with a smile, "Mrs. Xiu, what are your orders for coming to this place of fireworks?"

There were not many masters in the backyard of the palace, and they were all newcomers, so they were very careful in dealing with them, because they knew their temperament very well.

Seeing that her attitude was okay, Bai Xiangxiu smiled and said, "That's it, I want to find some tree roots. The weirder the appearance, the better. I wonder if my aunt might arrange it?"

The aunt was startled, and said, "Of course it's possible, but the firewood house is dirty and messy. Why don't I have someone move it and choose it for you?"

"You don't know what I want. I can choose it myself. You can find someone to lead the way."

Bai Xiangxiu's words were very polite, and she smiled beautifully. The aunt had a good impression of her, although the request was a little strange. So he said: "Then let the little lady lead the way, Madam Xiu please."

Bai Xiangxiu was supported by Xiao Shi to the outside of the firewood house, and she finally found a suitable root, and then asked people to move the things to her winter garden.

Satisfied, she instructed the kitchen to cook the dishes she liked before going back.

The servants are all surprised, what does a good and charming lady want this rough thing to do? But they are servants and can't ask more, they can only carry things over.

He happened to meet Li Wanglongheng on the road. He frowned when he saw a group of servants walking around carrying a piece of tree root, and said, "What are you doing with this kind of thing?"

"Back to the lord, Mrs. Xiu personally selected the servants to send them over, and the servants don't know how to use it." They knelt down and answered.

Long Heng wondered, what would she do with such a cumbersome thing as a little girl who could faint when she walked a step? Although it was strange but did not stop him, he said, "Then send it over!"

He was going out today to choose a birthday present for his mother, and was worrying about what to give. Look at the tree roots that look like a table. If my mother likes tea, it would be better to send a tea set.

Since the chunky tree root was brought back, the place that used to be full of paper was full of wood chips. Xiao Shi watched her master beat and poke with a bunch of tools bought at the carpenter's place. Sharpen up.

She was worried, for fear that the master would hurt those cumbersome things. But fortunately, the master seems to have been used to it, and he was not injured.

While doing it, she said to herself, "This is a root carving."

"Mrs. Xiu, who are you talking to?" Xiao Shi asked strangely.

"No, I'm talking to myself." She was actually talking to Cactus Huo'er, and he was like a hundred thousand whys, asking questions all day long.

Usually, she doesn't like to answer him, mainly because she is afraid of being seen as weird by others. But sometimes she would answer a sentence or two, just because she didn't notice that Xiao Shi came over with tea.

"What is Root Carving?" Xiao Shi also asked strangely, even asking the same question as Huo'er.

Bai Xiangxiu smiled and said, "You will know when I make it."

"Oh." Xiao Shi nodded, but who else do you have? Could it be the prince

It seems that the master still has some thoughts on the prince, and thinking about it can't help but feel distressed for a while.

"By the way, how many days is the old lady's birthday?" It's been a long time to prepare, it seems that it is really a big deal!

"There are still three days." Xiao Shi said.

"Well, it's too late." Although it takes a long time to make a root carving, the piece of wood she chose has some image, and she doesn't need to be trimmed too much.

As long as I get some paint on it later, I can do it myself.