Chapter 2425 Waste Princess 13
With fine salt and "monosodium glutamate", I cooked fish porridge the next day. The fish meat was deboned and made into fish paste, which was scraped into the boiling porridge.
As a result, the Queen Mother drank one bowl and it was not enough. She drank the entire pot of porridge, which was estimated to be two and a half bowls.
The Queen Mother was so happy that she asked someone to give her the half box of silk flowers that had just been delivered.
Xining pretended to be embarrassed: "Grandma has already given a lot to Mo'er. Mo'er doesn't dare to take any more. If I can make grandma eat well, Mo'er will be very happy."
It’s not just about hugging your thick legs. I’ve told so many lies that even I think it’s true, let alone others.
"The Ai family is old and can't wear those flowers. It's better for the little girl to wear them. On weekdays, she either gives them out as rewards, or puts them on the table and puts them in a small bottle to look at." The Queen Mother also ordered Ziling to put the bottle in the inner room. Take them and give them to her as well.
Sure enough, there were two silk flowers in the vase, probably from last year, and not as brightly colored as the new ones. This tiny bottle is made of white pottery. With the current level of technology, only the nobles of the royal palace can make such a small vase.
"Thank you, grandma!" Xining couldn't put it down with the love. It was worth at least three to five taels of silver when it was taken outside. If it were in a modern auction house, it wouldn't be worth millions.
I picked up the heavy food box and went back happily. It was another good harvest day.
"Hit, beat, beat you to death!" There was a commotion in the front.
Xining felt something bad in his heart and quickened his pace. Sure enough, the proton was being beaten.
He held his head in his hands, curled up, and endured the punches and kicks that fell on him.
Mrs. Jiang Shu's only son and the sixth son. The one who beat me was an accompanying student of the same age. Even though he was a child of eleven or twelve years old, he was a boy and he didn't know where to start.
This is pitiful. Hostages in various countries generally choose young and old, between seven and thirteen years old. On the one hand, they are young and easy to control; on the other hand, in this era, it is normal for children to die young, get sick or have diarrhea. They can all hang up.
I was thinking about how to save him. This is no joke. Just like in the TV series later, just shout "Stop" and then give some serious lectures and things will happen. In the face of absolute power, that is courting death.
Mr. Chong saw her first, after all, everyone else here was trying to avoid her. She was the only one standing there watching.
Out of etiquette, she lowered her head slightly and said hello: "Brother Six."
"It turns out it's you!" Mr. Chong sneered: "A concubine born from a cheap maid, is it you who calls you Sixth Brother?"
"Oh~" She raised her arms and bowed politely: "Princess Mo pays homage to Young Master Zhong."
Chun'er behind him quickly put down his food box and knelt down to salute.
In the palace, fame is placed before status, but outside it is placed behind. If the owner of the body is honored, it would be Princess Mo.
The sound of "Princess Mo" made Mr. Zhong's brows jump. As expected, the fourteenth princess turned to the side: "I don't know who this is. Why don't you bow to me when you see me?"
The beating accompaniment had to stop temporarily. He must have been tired from the beating. He turned around and saluted out of breath: "The eldest son Ji Nan pays homage to Princess Mo."
The eldest son is also the son of a doctor. There are three levels of ministers, officials and scholars under the king. Officials are hereditary and have fiefdoms.
Ji is the surname of the emperor of Zhou and the surname of the state of Liang, which proves that this doctor is a descendant of the Zhou and Liang royal families, but his bloodline has been passed down for three generations, otherwise he would call himself Gongsun.
"Look, Princess Mo is wearing the clothes of my second sister. It seems to fit her very well." Mr. Chong said with a smile, full of malice.
"Thank you, my concubine, Mrs. Jiang Shu." Xining replied tepidly. Regardless of whether it fits or not, it was given by your mother. It is not her who wants to be embarrassed if a concubine wears old clothes for her named daughter. Mr. Chong probably didn't hear it, or he did, but he pretended to be stupid: "This is what the second sister wore when she was seven years old. Princess Mo seems to be nine years old this year. After all, she was born to a lowly maid. She is short and thin and cannot be used for much purpose." ”
In this world, tallness and strength are regarded as beauty, and it is best for men to be over eight feet tall. However, slaves often lack food and clothing, so they are naturally short and thin. Unless they are the descendants of criminal nobles, it is difficult for them to grow to a height of more than 1.8 meters.
Xining smiled: "So the Queen Mother asked me to eat at her place every day. After all, I am my father's child. My father is handsome and handsome. I hope I can follow my father. Not only will I be full of steamed buns and porridge, but I will also have fish and meat for every meal. , I feel like I’ve grown taller in just a few days. Mr. Zhong, do you think I’m taller than during the family dinner?”
The Queen Mother and the family banquet will definitely make this naughty child spoiled by Mrs. Jiang Shu understand. If you offend my sister, go to the Queen Mother and file a complaint again. Your mother will be punished by kneeling in the ancestral temple for a few more days, and she will be grounded for an additional one after she comes out. moon.
"Don't scare me with that old woman!" Mr. Chong sneered. He was obviously in good shape, but his expression was so sinister: "Now the palace belongs to the Jiang family. If you want to please, do it as soon as possible. I don't know how long this old woman can live. Year. Ji Nan, let’s go!”
He took his eldest son Ji Nan away proudly, walking in a swaggering manner, looking like a dandy.
Xining was stunned, you idiot. Fighting with this guy is simply lowering your IQ. Brains are basically not used, technology is abandoned, and physical attacks rely solely on status.
He said goodbye that she was born by a lowly maid, and he himself was not born by Teng's concubine. No matter how rich and valuable he was, he could not compare to the legitimate prince. In order to silence everyone in the world, the King of Liang often plays the role of a loving mother and a filial son with the Queen Mother. You, a bastard, dare to say that the Queen Mother is an old woman with only a few years to live.
Let’s take care of the one on the ground first. Go over and take a look, okay, he’s fainted.
Xin Yi, the butler in the kitchen, was pulled over by Chun'er. He looked at it with a grimace: "Oh, Princess Mo, this person should see a doctor, why should he see a doctor?"
Xining was also helpless: "Chun'er and I don't have the strength to move. It took us a long time to drag people here."
Lying in the shade of the tree, looking at the small bodies of the master and the servant, it was really embarrassing.
"This guy doesn't know where he lives. Even if he knows where he lives, it's either a sheep pen or a stable." Xin Yi squatted down, got closer and sniffed with his nose: "Well, it's a stable."
Stable... Is Proton's quality of life so bad? Xining's knowledge was refreshed again, and he was shocked. Who knows that the body master used to be half-dead from hunger all day long, with no one to teach or care about him, and he knew very little about things in the palace.
"How do you recover from your injuries in the stable?" Xining frowned: "Send it to me first, then I'll try it at the Queen Mother's."
"Trouble the queen mother with such a trivial matter? Princess, you have just had two good days, and you are so busy." Xin Yi looked at the poor guy who was beaten to a bruised and swollen face, sighed, and turned around: "Come on, Put it on my back and go to me first.”
Xining and Chun'er hurriedly put Proton on Xin Yi's back and followed Xin Yi.
Xin Yi carried him to the house where firewood was piled. There was a bed made of straw and a straw mat placed on it. After putting the person down, he went to the side to find two medicine bottles and helped Proton undress.
Xining asked Chuner to bring a basin of water.
The clothes were taken off, and the ribs were exposed on the chest, which was covered with bruises. New injuries were piled on top of old ones, and there was almost no good skin left.
"This is a really hard beating." Xin Yi shook his head.
Xining opened the medicine bottle and took a sniff. There was one bottle for treating bruises and one bottle for treating bruises: "The medicines are quite complete."
"That's natural." Xin Yi paused and said with a touch of sadness: "It's not easy to be a servant in the palace. From time to time, you will be punished and locked up in the woodshed to starve, so I prepare some medicine here. Have you eaten? There are also some cakes hidden here. and water.”
Xining...