Concubine is polite

Chapter 159 The prince is eating meat (1)

Murong Zisu looked at the closed door opposite, and finally felt relieved.She thought they would share a room, but she was overthinking it.That's right, a concubine still wants to share a room with the prince?
Compared with Murong Zisu's joy, Zhu'er's expression is even more bitter and bitter.Seeing my young lady, I feel less and less popular, but I don't feel aggrieved at all. Instead, I am optimistic and face it positively.I feel really wronged for her.

As soon as she entered the room, Murong Zisu took off her obtrusive clothes and headgear, and she was only wearing her underwear, her shoulder-length soft hair was scattered on her shoulders.It made her look cleaner and cleaner.

The room is very big and clean, better than the room I lived in before.The beds also looked comfortable and warm.Obviously, there is nothing in the hall except for a little decoration in the place where the hall needs to be worshipped.That's okay, save yourself the trouble of getting rid of it.

"Miss," Zhu'er tidied up the luggage that Xiao Duzi brought into the room. "Wouldn't it be okay for the prince to neglect Miss like this?"

Murong Zisu was lying on the table at the moment, looking at the fruits on the table with piercing eyes.Think about how long it has been since I saw a lovely fruit?When I was with the master before, I could still eat it from time to time.Later, when I became a maid, I was always in a hurry. It would be nice if I could eat enough and sleep well.

The most recent thing I can think of is the apple that was half-eaten at the first moment and accidentally discarded at the next moment.Like a wine drinker, Murong Zisu has always been addicted to fruit, especially fresh fruit.I feel very happy smelling the fruity aroma.Not to mention a bowl of various fruits.

Look at the bright yellow oranges, the juicy grapes, the fragrant apples...it's really dizzying.

Murong Zisu grabbed an orange and began to fiddle with it.I can't figure out why there are fruits here.Don't you usually serve refreshments?At least she rarely sees fruit in the house.Although she likes it very much.

"Miss?" Zhu'er turned her head to see Murong Zisu's appearance, "Do you want my servant to help you remove it?"

Pearl noticed something was wrong on the table.It's fine if there's no tea, and it's late autumn and I put a pot of cool-looking things here.Pearl knew that the young lady was afraid of the cold.

"No no no," Murong Zisu waved his hand, "I like it very much."

"But……"

"In the future, don't order sandalwood or anything, just put some fruit in the house." Natural is the best.Murong Zisu stuffed the orange pulp into her mouth and bit out the cold juice, which made Xiyan frown slightly.

In memory, her favorite fragrance is from the master.The faint sandalwood mixed with medicinal fragrance had a special reassuring smell for her.In memory, the master would not let her touch the cold fruits.Because her constitution was damaged, she was especially afraid of the cold.

There are many things in the memory... It's just that she can't live on the memory.

"Miss, aren't you afraid of the cold, and still keep these cold-looking things in the room?" Zhu'er had a hard time understanding.

It is also natural to be puzzled.Since the beginning of autumn, a person who has been huddled under the blanket every time he wakes up, saying that it is cold and refuses to get up, and he does not even want to leave the door, can look at this cold thing and feel elated?

"I also said that I hate braided hair, right? Why don't you still braid it for me?" Murong Zisu patiently plucked the grape skins without even raising her head.

This cannot be compared at all!Pearl cried out inwardly.

"Zhu'er, you don't need to prepare any dinner for me later, I don't want to eat it." Murong Zisu continued to stuff it into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)