Song Fu was puzzled: "A pillow is also given?"
Lu Zhishan nodded without any doubt: "Yes, I'll give you a pillow as well."
"Yes, I know." Song Fu walked out of the dormitory full of questions.
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Duanhui Heshuo Princess Mansion.
Mu Nanzhi hasn’t gone out for more than half a month, not even to the backyard. Jixiang said she should pretend to be sick, but she was forced to stay in the palm-sized place in the dormitory all day long. Mu Nanzhi I simply feel that if she continues to stay like this, she will really get sick.
"County Master, I asked the kitchen to prepare rose milk puff pastry for you. It will be ready soon." Jixiang saw his little ancestor starting to grind around the room again, and he was so busy that he stepped forward to apologize with a smile.
"I don't want to eat. I eat cakes and cakes all the time. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. I don't want to eat sweets anymore! I don't want to eat any more sugar in my life!" Mu Nanzhi He lay stretched out on the bed and wailed, "Jixiang, I really don't want to pretend to be sick! I don't want to pretend anymore!"
Is it auspiciousness? "The Queen sent someone to deliver a message to the county magistrate yesterday, saying that she would invite the county magistrate to the palace to listen to the opera and have tea after the county magistrate recovers."
"... Actually, there's nothing wrong with pretending to be sick," Mu Nanzhi immediately stopped complaining, "I've always been in good health. If I rarely get sick, I hope it lasts longer."
Jixiang said distressedly: "I'm really wronged by the county master."
Mu Nanzhi couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, yes, I'm really wronged to death."
While the master and servant were talking, a little maid trotted into the backyard and called "Sister Jixiang" outside the hall. Jixiang responded and then walked outside.
Since the county leader became ill, Jixiang has not allowed anyone to enter the backyard without permission, disturbing the county leader's recovery.
Mu Nanzhi was the only one left in the room again. Mu Nanzhi was actually a little hungry, but when she saw the plates of pastries on the table, she became extremely bored. She turned over irritably, planning not to eat anything today. It’s time for dinner.
When Jixiang came in again, he was holding a food box in his hand. Mu Nanzhi heard the movement and turned around sadly, watching Jixiang put the food box on the table, and asked feebly: "What's in it?"
Jixiang looked embarrassed and said, "For the record, the Fourth Prince sent someone to bring some pastries and dishes to the county lord."
Mu Nanzhi's mouth twitched: "...the fourth prince?"
Ji Xiang sighed and nodded: "It's the Fourth Prince."
Mu Nanzhi was going crazy: "It's not dark yet. He asked someone to bring me snacks in such a blatant manner. What did he mean? He was afraid that others wouldn't see it, right? He was afraid that others would not see it. Don’t forget to think about it, right?”
Ji Xiang murmured: "County Master, if the fourth prince secretly lets people give him snacks and is seen by others, he might think even more wrongly."
Mu Nanzhi touched his nose: "... Ji Xiang, you are right."
Jixiang pointed to the food box on the table and asked Mu Nanzhi: "Would you like to open it and see what's inside?"
Mu Nanzhi said nonchalantly: "Then let's take a look. Anyway, it's just idle time."
"Hey!" Jixiang agreed and opened the food box neatly.
The corner of Jixiang's mouth twitched: "..."
The corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth also twitched: "..."
Ji Xiang said cautiously: "County Master, do you want to eat osmanthus honey lotus root? Or two-color honey bean cake? And...honey roasted pig's trotters?"
Mu Nanzhi's mouth twitched even more: "...Jixiang, if you don't close the food box, I will beat you."