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Chapter 44 High Monk VS Feng Xiaoli

"Pity."

The man regretted that the bloody mole at the corner of his eye moved.

"Your Highness, do you want your subordinates to look for Su Wang? He is not from the Great Chu, he has no money, and his mother has been ill for a long time. As long as he helps out for a while, he will definitely be of use to His Highness."

The coachman said in a low voice.

"Su Wang is a famous scholar, unparalleled in the country, and he is the most honest. Since he has sold his life, why would he bend his waist for five buckets of rice?"

Ten fingers opened the curtain of the car, and Dongfang Mosheng revealed a delicate and picturesque face.

On the second floor of Chuyue Tower, Dugu duck narrowed his eyes slightly.

Inside Chuyue Building, Chunliu brought Feng Xiaoli with her.

Feng Xiaoli ordered more than a dozen kinds of food in one go, Chunliu was so frightened that she hurriedly took out her small pouch and counted the silver.

Feng Xiaoli has a good appetite, Chuyuelou's dim sum is moderately salty, she ate half a dozen of them, and would keep half of each, thinking about saving them for her mother and grandmother.

"Amitabha."

An old monk walked in.

The old monk was wearing an old cassock that had been washed and faded, with seven or eight patches on it. His old face was full of wrinkles, silkworms and white eyebrows, and a pair of straw sandals under his feet, full of immortality.

Seeing that he was a monk, the man didn't stop him.

He walked along several tables for alms, but others ignored him.

Going straight to Feng Xiaoli's table, Feng Xiaoli was about to eat a glutinous rice cake with one bite.

Seeing the poor old monk, Feng Xiaoli put down the glutinous rice cake in his hand.

She wiped her hands with the small handkerchief her mother brought her, and took a piece of glutinous rice cake, which she wanted to put into the old monk's bowl.

"Miss, monks don't eat meat, there is lard in the glutinous rice cakes."

Chunliu hurriedly got up, bowed to the old monk, and invited him to sit down. She remembered that her young lady said that there are several kinds of people in this world that should not be messed with, beggars, monks and women.

"The two female benefactors have kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and they both have extraordinary looks."

The old monk smiled, took the tea from Chunliu, looked at Chunliu's face, and looked at Xiaoli again.

"I think you, Chu Yuelou, don't want to do business in Chudu anymore, and you actually made the princess wait outside for so long."

There was a burst of scolding from the neighbor.

A girl in light pink dress pointed at the guy's nose and cursed.

The girl is young and very light, only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing the most fashionable flowing cloud skirt for noble girls in the capital of Chu, and wearing a pair of fine white jade butterfly hairpins on her temples. favor.

"Princess Anyang, please forgive me. Chuyue Tower opens its doors for business, and everyone treats them equally. King Mu always queues up when he comes."

The guy laughed along.

This Anyang Princess is notoriously domineering, just like the eldest lady of Yong'an Princess Mansion back then.

Princess Anyang's father, King Mu, was an old minister of the late emperor, her sister was the favorite concubine of Emperor Yongye, and the Mu family was very powerful in Chu.

"If I didn't know that the king of ducks often comes here to drink tea, I wouldn't bother to patronize."

Princess Anyang sat down angrily and ordered a few pastries.

"Princess, the jujube paste crisps and Bazhen cakes you ordered are limited in the building, and they have just been ordered."

The buddy reminded in a low voice.

"What happened to our table?"

When Princess Anyang heard this, her willow eyebrows stood upright, and she pointed at Feng Xiaoli's table.

On the table, there was a plate of untouched Bazhen cakes.

"Princess, that's the last one."

The man was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

Just at this time, the waiter brought a jujube cake to Feng Xiaoli.

"Bi Ye, bring over that plate of jujube cake."

Princess Anyang's favorite food is jujube cake, and if she doesn't eat a portion when she comes to Chuyue Tower, it's not in vain.

The pudgy maid beside her couldn't help but walk over.

"The jujube cake was ordered first by my young lady."

When Chunliu heard this, she hurriedly protected the jujube cake.

"Things that don't have eyes, you dare to snatch the princess's things."

The maid was so strong that she pushed Chunliu away.

Chunliu bumped her head against the corner of the table, her forehead was swollen.

"Amitabha, patroness, how can you be violent?"

When the old monk saw it, he shook his head.

"Where is the stinky monk, who is in tatters? You dare to take care of the affairs of our Prince Mu's mansion. Be careful that our princess will let the prince chop off your dog's head."

Bi Ye had a haughty demeanor.

Feng Xiaoli blinked, with a cute face, picked up the jujube cake, and ran to Princess Anyang on short legs.

"Sister princess, don't be angry, I'll use this and that for yours."

Feng Xiaoli stared at a plate of vegetarian bean buns on the table of Princess Anyang, and asked softly.

"You have better eyesight than that dog slave, and you know how to flatter, a born little slave."

Princess Anyang glanced at Feng Xiaoli.

The little doll was rather lovable, with two small dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled, and looking at her clothes, she was not a child from a wealthy family.

"I will reward you as the princess."

Princess Anyang asked Biye to change the plate.

"Grandpa Preserved Egg, this is for you."

Feng Xiaoli stood on tiptoe and poured the plate of vegetarian bean buns into the old monk's bowl. A kindness flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he smiled and stroked his beard.

"Miss, that's what you like to eat, how can you..."

Regardless of the injury on her forehead, Chunliu waved her fists angrily, desperately trying to find the opposite table.

Clay figurines have a three-point temper, so it's okay to bully her, if they dare to steal the little lady's food, Chunliu will do her best.

Princess Anyang picked up a piece of jujube cake and put it in his mouth.

Her domineering face changed in an instant.

"Bah bah bah."

She felt a strange taste in her mouth, sour, spicy and salty, what a strange taste!
"What did you put in the jujube cake?"

"Chili powder, salt, vinegar, and saliva."

Feng Xiaoli counted silently in her heart.

Little carp's things are not easy to grab, especially food!

"Miss, your face."

Bi Ye looked at Princess Anyang's face, patches of red rashes were visible to the naked eye.

"There's chili powder in it, I can't eat chili."

Princess Anyang screamed and scratched her face with her hands.

"Little brat, kill her!"

Princess Anyang's face was ferocious. Regardless of the itching on her face, she pulled out the hairpin on her head, and the sharp tail of the hairpin was about to stab Feng Xiaoli.

Feng Xiaoli rushed to the side of the stairs in three steps and two steps.

She was short and couldn't move her feet. Behind her, Princess Anyang had rushed over.

(End of this chapter)