The fake imperial concubine was spoiled by the Six Palaces

Chapter 132 How Can You Be Unbelievable?

It's rare to decorate the cave so beautifully, Su Qingqing is reluctant to take out these things again.

She thought that no one would find out, but she was caught by Nanny Zhang.

Su Weiwei was a little embarrassed, "Nurse, I accidentally lost the blanket and cloak, so you don't have to blame yourself."

"Lost it?" Qingxue walked over, "How did you lose it?"

Su faltered softly, "That's right. I don't really remember it. The blanket was soiled by me and someone threw it away. As for the cloak, it seemed to be rained and I couldn't wear it."

She could only make excuses to fool the past.

But Qingxue, Nanny Zhang, and Chunxi have excellent memories. After thinking about it for a long time, they couldn't remember the matter of the empress throwing the blanket and cloak.

The three of them are the maids of the empress, and they follow the empress almost every step of the day, how could they not remember these things?

Su Weiwei became anxious, and quickly changed the subject: "Okay, since the blanket and cloak have been lost, don't mention it again, I still have to eat."

With a straight face on purpose, she gave a serious order.

Chunxi, Qingxue, and Nanny Zhang didn't dare to disobey Su Qingqing's will, so they quickly nodded in agreement.

Su Qingqing told Chunxi Bucai again, and this matter was done.

After eating, Su Qingqing carried the goat milk cake to the yard to play for a while.

At this time, the night is low, the sky is full of stars, and a crescent moon hangs in the night sky, which is quiet and beautiful.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, it's time to rest." Zhang Nanny stood behind Su Qingqing, reminding her softly.

Under the darkness of night, the goat milk cake was gnawing on the grass. Su squatted gently on the ground, holding a handful of weeds in his hand, teasing the goat milk cake.

The night wind blew slowly, and Su Weiwei felt the coolness coming, and shivered.

She rubbed her arms, then her legs, quickly picked up the goat milk cake, stood up, and walked back.

Xiao Anzi was waiting by the door, waiting to hold the goat milk cake to nurse.

Su gently handed the goat's milk cake to him, "Feed the goat's milk cake, and then you can carry it over to Bengong."

It means to sleep with goat milk cake.

Xiao Anzi understood what the master meant, and was a little surprised, he hurriedly said: "Go back to your mother, the goat milk cake needs to drink night milk, the servant is afraid that it will disturb your mother."

Previously, Su Qingqing didn't leave the goat milk cake overnight, so naturally she didn't know that this little thing like goat milk cake still needs to drink night milk.

In fact, Xiao Anzi didn't say the whole thing, the goat milk cake is still small, not only does he have to drink night milk at night, but he also wets the bed.

Su listened gently and silently, wrinkling his nose slightly.

But she plans to take the goat milk cake to her cave to lie down tonight, how can she keep her word?

Thinking of this, Su gently reached out and rubbed the goat milk cake's little head, "It's okay, feed the milk well, just bring it here."

Without waiting for Xiao Anzi's reply, Su Qingyuan turned around and walked back to the bedroom.

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In the dead of night, Su tiptoed to the door, put his ear against the door, listened to the movement outside, and made sure there was no movement, then picked up the goat milk cake, lifted the wooden board, and crawled into the cave with a cat.

The inner wall of the cave is inlaid with night pearls, which are so bright that they illuminate the cave as if it were daytime.

Looking down at the goat milk cake obediently sleeping in her arms, Su Qingqing couldn't help but kiss it.

There was a milky smell on the little guy's body, which smelled so good that Su Qingqing swallowed his saliva.

Perhaps feeling Su Qingqing's greediness, the goat milk cake moved, moved its little butt, wanting to stay away from Su Qingqing.

Su gently lifted it up and placed it on the soft couch.

　I'll ask for a ticket again

　　
　
(End of this chapter)