Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

The saint heard this and made it clear that she was threatening, not threatening. That is to say, she didn't give her a satisfactory answer or explanation about this matter today. Chi Qianqian didn't leave yet, even the little master Chi.

"Chi Qianqian, do you know what you're talking about and doing? You're not timid." the saint narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Mu Yun nodded, "I know. I'm afraid some people don't know what they're doing. I'm also reasonable. I've been busy all night. It's time to eat in the morning. You see, I came here to eat, but I didn't eat. I was full of gas. I thought I wouldn't eat. The noble people lying there always wanted to eat. They said this was the last meal in the kitchen A bowl of white porridge, so I'm not going to move out my bowl and leave it for the noble to eat. But halfway through, I found that it was wrong. It looked like someone else had eaten it. I don't know if there are a few days left. I don't know if the noble can digest it. "

As soon as Muyun's words were finished, the temple maid rushed towards Muyun in a crazy way, "aunt, don't listen to her nonsense. This bowl of porridge is clearly left over by herself. She has to take it out. It has nothing to do with us."

She was about to grab the porridge from Mu Yunlu. How could Mu Yunlu let her easily grab it? She lifted the porridge and turned around to the saint. The temple maid threw herself into the air and wanted to come again. However, Mu Yunlu had brought the bowl of white porridge to the saint, scooped it up with a spoon and showed it to the saint, "Holy aunt, look at this full bowl of porridge. It must be the rest of my food and the things I brought to the noble people. How dare I eat it? Besides, even if I eat the rest, it doesn't taste right."

The holy aunt only looked at it and found something wrong with the porridge. She immediately took a fancy to the temple maid, "explain!"

The temple maid was frightened by the aunt's cold eyes and immediately knelt down, but even so, the temple maid didn't say a word of truth, but directly cried, "Aunt, I'm really wronged. The food in the temple hasn't made any mistakes from beginning to end over the years. Everyone ate it this morning, but she has a problem. Who's the responsibility? Who's the problem? She said this bowl of porridge is not fresh, but she came the latest. The porridge in this pot has been divided long ago, and now she has one more Of course, you can only scrape all the food in the pot to her. Naturally, there is no congee that doesn't stick to the pot. Everyone knows that. If she eats one bite herself, she has to rely on me. How can there be such a truth? Saint, you have to decide for us!! look at her and give all these cooks here. It's really against heaven! "

After hearing the temple maid crying, Mu Yunlu directly smiled, "that's right, but......" Mu Yunlu directly turned the porridge around and looked at the saint, "The noble man has been lying for so long, how can he have something to drink? White porridge is the best. If I don't eat, I'll starve to death before I get sick. So now I need a bowl of white porridge, but it's definitely not this bowl, so what should I do?"