Chapter 3 Is he a eunuch?
At midnight, Nanjia’s stomach rumbled. Not even a bite of dinner was eaten. Nan Jia was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back and she couldn't sleep at all.
Nanjia sat up and asked: "Survival Sheng, you should have a map of the palace, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Survival Sheng still has some effect
Nan Jia immediately became energetic: "Tell me how to get to the Imperial Kitchen Room, I'm starving to death."
"Okay, I'll show you the way."
The secret guard who stared at Nan Jia as soon as she left the room told Mo Yan the news
Mo Yan was criticizing those boring people in the study The memorials, the officials' flattering and careless moans made Mo Yan feel no pleasure at all.
"Dang" the knock on the door seemed louder in the silent night
"Enter"
The secret guard lowered his head and reported: "Master, the princess has left the room."
Mo Yan paused while approving the memorial and put the brush aside. A trace of malicious interest flashed in his eyes: "Action so soon?"
"In which direction?" Mo Yan went to see what she was doing. Nothing new had happened for so long. It’s rare!
“Go east”
Mo Yan smiled and stood up and walked outside the house, then tiptoed to the eaves and headed east.
Nanjia followed the 'radar' in her mind and successfully found the imperial dining room. Nanjia quietly pushed open the door of the imperial dining room, poked her little head in and looked around but saw no one. She twisted her body and ducked in.
Mo Yan looked at the huge three-character "Royal Dining Room" in front of him and found it a bit unbelievable. The fake princess sneaked out late at night to come to the Royal Dining Room? Could it be that the place where she communicates with others is in the imperial dining room?
Mo Yan climbed down from the beam, and he approached the door of the royal kitchen and quietly watched Nan Jia's actions.
The survival student gave Nanjia foreign aid: "Nannan, there are some pastries in the mahogany box on the cabinet to your left."
Nanjia opened the lid and saw the exquisite pastries inside. They are all shining.
Nanjia picked a piece of chestnut cake and put it into his mouth. While eating it, he said, "Should I send some pastries to Mo Yan?"
Mo Yan at the door suddenly heard his own voice. Name's eyes narrowed slightly, giving him cakes? how? Did she want to poison herself?
“He didn’t even eat a few bites of dinner. I’m a girl who’s hungry, so he must be hungry too, right?”
Nanjia took another piece of pastry and bit it hard. As if she thought the piece of pastry was Mo Yan's head, she said dullly: "Forget it, I won't give it to him. He was too cruel to me during dinner!"
Mo Yan raised his eyebrows. I thought to myself that this fake princess is quite vindictive.
In the blink of an eye, Nan Jia changed his attitude again: "Forget it, I won't argue with him. I'll just send it to him. He's too hungry and can't sleep easily."
Mo Yan looked at the little man in the room. , feeling a little funny, how could she have so many ideas?
The survivalist actually discovered his master a long time ago, but he did not tell Nanjia.
When Nanjia had almost finished eating, he carefully wrapped the remaining pastries in paper. Put it in the palm of your hand and hold it like a treasure, for fear of breaking it.
Looking at Nanjia's cautious behavior, the survival student wondered: "Nannan, why are you so careful?"
There was some disgust in Nan Jia's eyes, as if she disliked Mo Yan's fault-finding: "I think if this pastry breaks even a little, Mo Yan will definitely not eat it. I'd better be careful."
This is what Mo Yan said. Hearing this, he suddenly felt some inexplicable emotions in his heart. Mo Yan entered the room and lay down on the quilt before Nan Jia arrived in his room.
Hearing Nanjia's footsteps approaching, he wanted to know what she would do when faced with an unsuspecting self. Would she stab him with a sharp dagger? Will you insert poisonous needles into your own body? Do you still cover your mouth and nose with a pillow?
Then he will definitely get up and break her neck, right? Let her die in shock.
These pictures in his mind made Mo Yan a little crazy. In the blink of an eye, Mo Yan felt Nan Jia's hand touching him.
But it was different from what he wanted. Nanjia lifted the quilt covering Mo Yan's waist and pulled it up until it covered his shoulders.
Mo Yan's body froze, and Nan Jia's low voice could be heard in his ears: "Really, it's so cold at night in spring, and I don't know how to cover myself with a quilt. Thanks to me, otherwise you would have He has a cold.”
Nan Jia covered him with a quilt, put down the pastries and left.
The moment she left, Mo Yan opened his eyes, and he looked towards the side room with a strange light shining in his eyes. She...actually left like that? Did she come to her room just to care about herself?
Will you also be cared about and missed by others?
Mo Yan stood up and picked up the pastry wrapped in paper on the table. He opened the paper and looked at the complete pastry inside. The corners of Mo Yan's mouth rose.
He picked up a piece of pastry and tasted it. The taste is average, but it's really not poisonous.
Nan Jia just returned to the room, and suddenly the sharp voice of "Shengsheng" in his mind sounded with insurmountable joy: "Ah! Nan Nan, the master's three stars of darkness, one of them is a small corner The horn disappeared! "Commonly known as one-fifth of a star was destroyed
Nan Jia was a little strange: "Why is it destroyed now?"
The survivalist explained excitedly: "Because the master was not asleep just now! You covered him with a quilt, which made him feel your concern, so he must have been touched. Hey, Nannan, why did you cover him with a quilt?" ”
Qiu Sheng Sheng thought that Nan Jia would say that it was because she couldn’t bear to see her husband fall ill, but that was not the case.
Nan Jia did not feel that his behavior was strange: "The quilt was not covered well, so I covered it for him. There is no reason."
I had not covered myself with the quilt at night before, Mo Yan It will cover itself.
Qiu Shengsheng asked again: "If Changli doesn't build it properly, will you build it for her?"
"Why should I cover her?" Nanjia looked at the survivor like an idiot
It seems that the master is still a special existence to Nannan, although Nannan may not understand how to love someone yet. People, but special is enough, she will gradually understand in the future.
This way, it can rest assured to survive. It has always been afraid that Nannan does not love its master, so it will be a dead end. Fortunately, fortunately, the master is a different existence.
When I got up in the morning, Nanjia went to the hall to have breakfast. Nanjia thought that the breakfast would be very ordinary, that is, white porridge and side dishes.
But the dishes that were served made Nanjia’s eyes brighten.
There are three kinds of porridge alone, including crystal buns, shrimp dumplings, steamed cakes, etc. There are about ten kinds of dishes. The dishes are so diverse that Nan Jia doesn't know which one to eat.
Nan Jia shouted frantically to Qiu Shengsheng in her heart: "Qiu Shengsheng. What's going on? Is he possessed? There are so many delicious food?"
Qiu Shengsheng calmly explained: " It should be because of your actions yesterday that he is treating you well today."
Mo Yan looked at Nan Jia's stupid look, with a smile in his eyes but not on his face. He said lightly: "Eat it"
Nan Jia turned to Mo Yan's bright smile Smiling like a spring flower blooming: "You are so kind"
Mo Yan laughed a little, but she would sincerely praise herself for a delicious meal.
He felt it would be good to have such a little person by his side
(End of this chapter)