Concubine is polite

Chapter 227: No Meat, No Joy (2)

The thought in Pearl's mind was to strangle him, to strangle him, to strangle him. (It seems that the honest Zhu'er has completely evolved...it really is close to Zhu Zhechi~)

And Xiao Duzi, who knew nothing about going to Su Qinghe's place, only felt an inexplicable cold air coming from behind him, and tilted his head.It seems that I don't wear enough, I'll go back and add some clothes later.The master of the province caught a cold himself.

Murong Zisu smacked her lips, looking at Zhu'er with a half-smile. "Now you even dare to lie to the master?"

Zhu Er swallowed her saliva, "As Miss saw, this is the last piece of meat."

"Huh? The lord actually wants to eat the tribute pork jerky? Don't you usually not like to eat it?" The figure of Xiao Duzi passing by, and the chatter in his mouth were very clear.

Pearl's wraith reappears.strangle him, strangle him!Whip him, whip him!Ten thousand times ah ten thousand times!Before Murong Zisu slapped the table angrily to criticize, Zhu'er chased her out like the wind.

Murong Zisu touched her face, it seemed that Zhu'er's eyes just now wanted to kill someone?Could it be that this is her true temperament?Not bad not bad.

He glanced at the porridge and light rice on the table again.Murong Zisu found it hard to swallow.Is it really okay to abuse patients?Will her illness become more and more serious?Always feel so pitiful.

After a while of self-pity, Murong Zisu ate a little, rubbed her stomach and decided to go to a place with meat.

As the saying goes, where there is meat, there is Murong Perilla.Xiao Duzi's suggestion saved Murong Zisu from searching like a headless chicken, and she headed for the destination in her heart without hesitation.

It's easy to find a place for Su Qinghe to stay. The quietest, least crowded and most scenic place in the mansion is the place where he often stays.And Murong Zisu, who had already inquired about Su Qinghe's whereabouts during the day, naturally listed them as his forbidden area.

The place where Su Qinghe is located is a flower pavilion in the mansion.On the side of the flower pavilion, there is a large area of ​​flowers and plants that are different from other places.Compared with the color of other grasslands, it is obviously newer, and it seems that it has only a few years of life.

Murong Zisu secretly doubted the layout here more than once.Such a big palace doesn't even have a pool?Don't you need to raise fish to cultivate your sentiment?The flowers and plants are not so lively!

Seeing the woman approaching like a wandering spirit, Su Qinghe only glanced away before looking away.

There are all kinds of pastries on the table, and Murong Zisu keeps her eyes on the target, the only chicken leg left on the table.

Never give in to evil forces, even if you succumb, you must stand up bravely.People dare to bend their waists for five buckets of rice, but it is obviously much more noble to bend their waists for meat, okay?After thinking about it, Murong Zisu laughed happily.

Su Qinghe suddenly felt cool.When he looked up, he saw Murong Zisu's extremely flattering face.No wonder he felt so cold, it turned out that he was stimulated by this woman.

"Ahem!" Murong Zisu covered her mouth, moved to a stool beside her and sat down. "Ahem, I have a good appetite." His eyes indicated something.

Su Qinghe didn't speak.

"Ahem..." Murong Zisu didn't care about Su Qinghe's cold face. "Waste is shameful, don't you think so? Besides, it is said that the poor in the palace have no more meat. If that's the case, we can't waste it, right?"

Su Qinghe looked at Murong Zisu, and saw her expectant eyes.

I have no desire to eat the chicken legs next to me.Even when he ordered Xiao Duzi to bring some meat, he didn't want to eat it himself.I don't know why, but I have a faint feeling in my heart that Murong Zisu likes to eat meat, and he doesn't like meat.

(End of this chapter)