Feng Xi'er caught a glimpse of the hot bowl of dragon bone and wolfberry soup on the empty table, her eyes showed a hungry expression, and she swallowed secretly. At this moment, she really missed the authentic pheasant and braised fish at Dongjiao Inn, as well as the hot Fragrant black-bone chicken Chinese medicinal soup.
Feng Xi'er felt that if she didn't leave now, she would die of embarrassment or starvation.
If you don’t leave now, when will you wait
She didn't want to be a lightbulb for this couple.
Feng Xi'er stood up and whispered to Long Jiu: "That prince, if you have nothing to do, please leave first and don't disturb the prince's meal."
Long Jiu's eyes were stern and he nodded slightly. I was a little dissatisfied with Ziyun's appearance.
The good mood of being alone in a room with Feng Xi'er disappeared in an instant.
Long Jiu felt baffled.
Ziyun said: "Your Majesty, Ziyun sees that you have been reading a lot recently, so I made dragon bone and wolfberry soup for you. It can improve your eyesight and protect your eyes. Drinking it is good for your health. Your Majesty, drink it while it's hot." He said and leaned over to pick up the soup. He glanced at the inkstone next to the soup cup, his eyes flashed, and he pushed the tray under the soup cup with a little force of his hands. The tray knocked over the inkstone. Feng Xi'er's body was next to the empty table. Before she could take a step forward, the ink from the inkstone spilled on her body and instantly dyed her pure white clothes black. Feng Xi'er was afraid that the inkstone would fall and break. I had to lower my head and reach out to pick it up, but as a result, my whole hand was black.
"Ah... This, really, it's all my fault. Is the eldest lady okay?" Ziyun pretended to put down the soup cup in his hand and come over to help Feng Xi'er clean up the mess.
Feng Xi'er looked at her dark little hands and her white clothes with black ink spots all over her body. She thought she was unlucky and her little face wrinkled up, like a black widow whose husband-in-law had been stolen. It’s so frustrating.
When people are unlucky, they become like this... Oh, bad luck, God is going to punish her to death.
Feng Xi'er bit her lip in frustration, raised her head and stopped Ziyun, and said awkwardly: "How dare I blame Concubine Yun? It's just my own misfortune."
Feng Xi'er said that she stretched out her clean hand to take out the brocade handkerchief from her waist and wiped the ink stains on the empty table, and said to Ziyun: "Um, Concubine Yun, please help the prince to polish it again." "Ink"
Then he said to Long Jiu: "Your Majesty, the young one has to retreat."
Feng Xi'er didn't want to stay here for a moment. As long as there are purple clouds, nothing good will happen.
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er's small black hands and her little face stained with ink. They were obviously in a sorry state, but they had a pitiful cuteness, which easily aroused his affection.
Long Jiu nodded, Feng Xi'er picked up her skirt and ran away.
After Feng Xi'er left, Ziyun picked up the soup cup and handed it to Long Jiu.
Long Jiu did not take the soup cup, but stared at Ziyun with sharp eyes, trying to see through Ziyun.
Ziyun lowered his eyebrows, finally unable to hide this from his master.
Although the master is indifferent, he sees everything clearly.
Ziyun did not intend to quibble, and said softly: "I know that this is not bright, I just want to vent my anger for the master."
Didn't the master say that he would make Feng Xi'er regret marrying into the Nine Prince's Mansion? Aren't you going to punish Feng Xi'er? Is it because I feel sorry for Feng Xi'er that I'm questioning her like this now
Ziyun lowered his head, and the jealousy in his heart began to burn again.
Long Jiu pursed his thin lips tightly. I can't hide my anger inside. He himself didn't know whether this anger came from the dishonest behavior of his subordinates or from fighting against Feng Xi'er.
For a moment, Long Jiu suppressed his irritation and said coldly: "Just be yourself and punish Feng Xi'er. I have my own ideas, so you don't need to worry about it."
Ziyun nodded, his mood plummeted to the bottom.
"Go down," Long Jiu said coldly and distantly, never looking at Ziyun, lowering his head and continuing to read the medical books.
Long Jiu's three faint words gave Ziyun a blow to the head. Ziyun's aloof self-esteem was frustrated and she lowered her head. There was a hint of grievance in his voice as he said, "Please remember to drink this soup. It will be good for your health." He then withdrew sadly.
Long Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Ziyun's back, wondering. Ziyun had never been such a boring person before, so why was he so harsh on Feng Xi'er
When they were in Zhuyuan, Long Jiu knew that Ziyun had played a trick on Feng Xi'er, which caused Feng Xi'er to fall down. Although I didn't catch Ziyun's little plan with my own eyes. But Ziyun's confusion and success, which flashed past with lowered eyebrows, still fell into Long Jiu's eyes.
Long Jiu looked at the inkstone that had been knocked over and had no ink on the empty table beside him, and then looked at the soup cup next to the inkstone. Thinking of the scene where Feng Xi'er was sitting beside him obediently polishing his ink just now, the rare good mood disappeared with Feng Xi'er's departure.
At this moment, my heart is empty.
Long Jiu couldn't read a word. He lowered his head depressedly and held his head.
My mood can never calm down. A moment of irritability.
Damn it.
After a long time, Long Jiu still couldn't resist the conflict in his heart. He closed the medical book, stood up, and walked out.
Feng Xi'er returned to the laundry room. Xiao Tudou brought her clothes from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Seeing Feng Xi'er dirty, she remembered the rumors she heard outside and her eyes turned red.
Feng Xi'er patted Xiaotuo's clothes and didn't want to say anything more. She didn't want Little Tudou to suffer with her, so she said, "Tudou, I'm not a princess now, I'm just a little washerwoman. You'd better go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion..."
Before Feng Xi'er finished speaking, Xiaodou looked at Feng Xi'er with a firm face and said in a firm tone: "I have said that I want to share the hard times with the young lady. Even if the young lady abandons the slave, I will never abandon the young lady."
Feng Xi'er knew Xiaotuo's loyalty and nodded warmly. "I'm not worried about leaving you alone in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's just that it will be harder to follow me in this situation."
Xiaotuo thought of the rumors spread outside and felt indignant in his heart, fighting for his own lady's injustice.
Feng Xi'er looked at Xiao Tudou's face full of resentment, as if she had just traveled through time. This girl was very caring about protecting her master. Feng Xi'er put her arm around Xiao Tudou's shoulders and asked with a smile: "Tu Tu, what are you doing?" What bad things were said about your young lady and me outside?"
Xiaodudou was indignant: "Those gossips are adding insult to injury. I don't know which woman it was in March 8. They said that they were demoted to the laundry room by the Ghost King last night during the bridal chamber, and that the Phoenix Fairy from the Heavenly Dynasty was reduced to the washerwoman of the Ninth Prince's Palace. She also said that she woke up in the middle of the night because of fright. Now the people outside are talking about it. Some people even say... that the young lady is a ghost concubine who will scare people to death at night. Those people are publicizing it, exaggerating, adding insult to injury, and saying that the young lady is worthless. Listen. I’m all so angry.”
Feng Xi'er doesn't have much anger. She knows that people's words can be feared, so why should she care about affecting her mood? I just wonder, why did word of her experience in the Ninth Prince's Mansion spread so quickly
Feng Xi'er patted Xiaotuo's shoulder grandly and comforted: "The mouth is on other people's bodies. Let others wash your own clothes and let others do it. There is nothing to care about."
The most important thing is to live happily.
Xiaodou was very pleased that Feng Xi'er could think so openly, but she still felt sorry for Feng Xi'er's experience. He said pitifully: "Why is my lady's fate so rough?"
Feng Xi'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly comforted Xiaodou: "Is this a rough road? Life is a long road ahead, and there are still many storms. In short, it's okay if you don't die. You can make peace with it now that it's come."