When Chen An saw the governor smile, he knew that he had said something right. He felt that he could do things in front of the governor, and his ability to observe people's emotions was unparalleled.
Just when Eunuch Chen was feeling proud, Liao Yan's voice sounded: "How many pieces of pastry did you eat last time?"
"There were only a few pieces, it was too sweet, so I gave it to others."
Chen An took another piece of milk cake on the table and took a bite.
He just likes to eat. The governor doesn't like sweet things, so this plate belongs to him.
This is much more delicious than the cakes sent by the Sixth Princess. It is sweet but not greasy, and the milk tastes very fragrant. The Sixth Princess likes to drink milk, and I heard that she smells of milk all over her body.
Liao Yan: "Chen An, go out after eating this piece, and share the rest with others. You will share it how you shared it last time."
Chen An was stunned with the pastry in his mouth. He understood almost instantly that the governor couldn't stand him now.
Could it be that he ate too wantonly?
But he didn't eat less of the governor's food either.
Chen An was a little reluctant to give the cakes to others, but he had always been a very obedient subordinate.
After finishing the pastries, Chen An went out with the plate. The eunuch with a knife guarding outside was not surprised when he saw the plate in his hand.
Chen An likes to eat, and they all know this.
The little eunuchs who were cleaning the yard lowered their heads.
Chen An coughed and said, "Come over with all the milk cakes that the governor has given you."
Each person got a piece, and it was all finished quickly. Chen An watched the last piece being taken away, his eyes almost glued to it.
The little eunuch was a little frightened when he took the cake, and almost choked when he ate it.
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Since moving to the palace, Mozhu Pavilion has been delivering cakes every day, with different flavors, but milk and wine must be added to them.
Because at the time of the assassination, Nan Qing did not leave the palace, so he invited his master to come to the palace to teach alone.
The master said that her calligraphy was lacking in quality, so he assigned her to practice calligraphy ten times a day and compose a poem.
Beside the window sill and on the desk, Nan Qing was kneeling on a soft cushion, holding a brush and practicing calligraphy slowly.
The sunlight shines in from outside the window and reflects on the red coral ornaments, which are particularly beautiful.
She took a look, and then continued to lower her head and write slowly. She felt that the handwriting she wrote was not ugly, but the master was very demanding and felt that the handwriting was just not good enough.
"Er Er, being a princess also requires homework."
Er Er: "I'll help you write it."
Is such a Buddhist person like Er Er willing to help her write copybooks?
There is fraud.
Sure enough, Er Er said again: "You go and have your teeth extracted, I will take care of all your homework."
"No, it's not just about practicing calligraphy, and you won't lose half of your flesh. Pulling out teeth will cause you to lose flesh and bleed. It's also good to practice calligraphy. It's a way to pass the time and cultivate one's character."
“Wine from the system mall.”
"Er Er, you are despicable."
"Should I change it?"
Qingshang came in from outside with a smile, holding a food box in her hand. At a glance, she knew that Mozhu Pavilion had brought food again.
Mammy looked at it and frowned: "Why does Governor Liao always ask people to bring cakes? Your Highness can't eat more of this kind of thing."
"It's okay to eat one or two pieces. This pastry is not as sweet as ours." Qingshang put the things out: "It's still hot. Your Highness can eat it after practicing calligraphy."
When His Highness was practicing calligraphy, they did not come close to serve him, but stayed at a distance.
The orange-red sunlight shines on the glowing red coral ornaments. A girl wearing a maple leaf red chest-length skirt embroidered with koi patterns is sitting upright on her knees, holding a brush in her slender white hand and writing the calligraphy seriously.
Her long, drooping eyelashes can be seen from the side of her face. She is only fourteen years old, and her face is so delicate and alluring. It is hard to imagine how gorgeous she will be if she is a few years older.
After Nan Qing finished practicing calligraphy, his entire upper body was stiff and his legs were numb from sitting down. The dull expression on his face instantly turned into depression, and he frowned: "Qing Shang."
Qingshang and Nanny heard the sound and came over immediately. Qingshang quickly stretched out her hand to help the person up and helped him sit on the soft couch.
Grandma rubbed her wrists and fingers distressedly, while Qingshang squeezed her legs to activate her muscles and blood.
The little palace maid came in to collect pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and carefully took out the wet copybooks to dry. The table was cleared, and the cakes from Mozhu Pavilion were put on the table.
After a few massages, Nan Qing finally felt a little better.
She coquettishly said to her: "Mom, do my handwriting look good?"
Mammy smiled and said: "It looks good. Your Highness's handwriting is very beautiful."
"But the master said that the heat was not enough and asked me to practice calligraphy every day. My hand hurts. Look at it, grandma, and it is red." She showed her finger holding the brush to her mother. It was indeed red, but it was not red.
It hurt, but her fingers were too tender.
Grandma rubbed and blew her distressedly to comfort her.
Nan Qing liked being teased, and her mood improved instantly. She stood up and walked to the table, looked at the pastries and said, "Is it from Mozhu Pavilion again?"
"Yes, Eunuch Chen brought it."
As the most capable person around Liao Yan, Chen An also has many things to do on weekdays, and now he has an additional errand, which is to deliver food to the Sixth Princess on time every day.
The maid brought water for Nan Qing to wash his hands and wiped them clean with a fine brocade cloth.
Nan Qing picked up the cake and ate it, and said with disgust: "It's not sweet at all."
Mammy: "Don't be sweet anymore. Your Highness finally doesn't have toothache these days. You should pay attention to it."
As soon as she finished saying this, Mammy noticed that Her Highness the Princess's expression was not quite right, and she quickly asked: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
Nan Qing still had food in his mouth, but he opened his mouth slightly and did not dare to move, saying: "It hurts..."
"Toothache again?"
Nan Qing felt that his bad tooth was throbbing and his nerves were aching. The pain was getting more and more painful, and his face turned pale in an instant.
Grandma exclaimed: "Qing Shang, call for the imperial doctor quickly!"
Qingshang went quickly.
When the master had a toothache, the whole palace became noisy.
Some people went to bring ice water, and some people went to drink the painkillers from last time.
In Mozhu Pavilion, Chen An quickly entered the study and reported: "Supervisor, the Sixth Princess is suffering from an emergency!"
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Sui Sui: Rub your hands together, it’s time to pull out your teeth!