Wang Ruoqing had just woken up and saw Di Xin's gentle eyes and handsome face. Thinking of the passion last night, a touch of red clouds flew into her face. Facing Di Xin's question, she lowered her head and replied: "
Um."
Di Xin touched Wang Ruoqing's already red face, patted it a few times, and said with a smile: "Since you're awake, why don't you hurry up and help your husband change clothes? You still want to be a lazy ostrich, right?"
The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Compared with the last time, Wang Ruoqing's movements this time are obviously much more proficient, and there is no stumbling feeling like last time.
The maids outside the door felt the movement in the room and saw that Di Xin and Wang Ruoqing had woken up. They quickly brought hot water, towels, and washcloths.
Di Xin washed his face under Wang Ruoqing's service. Of course, he brushed his teeth himself. He was not that lazy. He simply wanted to enjoy Wang Ruoqing's service because he wanted to feel the feeling of flirting. He was not really too lazy to move.
Everything was in order, but there was a little hiccup in the middle.
Wang Ruoqing's personal maid, Xiaocui, timidly trotted over, wished Di Xin and Wang Ruoqing a blessing, and reported: "Your Majesty, Madam, something seems to have happened in the kitchen of the palace. Today's breakfast may be a little late."
When Di Xin heard this, his old face almost turned red. If he guessed correctly, the culprit was none other than himself. He almost emptied the entire kitchen last night. As a result, there were no ingredients for breakfast in the kitchen.
, the whole palace is hungry now in the morning, so they can only go out to the vegetable market to buy food in the morning.
Di Xin would not blame others for his own fault. Looking at the trembling maid in front of him, Di Xin waved his hand and said: "That's it, you go down, it will be too late. Just pay attention to this next time."
I won’t really hold myself accountable for small things.”
After Xiaocui heard this, she felt relieved. After all, the prince seemed to be a different person when he woke up this time, full of power and majesty. He felt like the aloof emperor, commanding the fate of hundreds of millions of people. It was not like before.
He was so elegant and easy-going and easy to talk to. To be honest, apart from this burden, Xiaocui was really afraid that Di Xin would be angry and blame him.
A group of maids and sisters each dared to come in and report the news, fearing that if Di Xin was unhappy, he would be severely punished.
In the end, Xiaocui had no choice but to take over the job. She was Wang Ruoqing's personal maid. She had served Wang Ruoqing for many years. She accompanied Wang Ruoqing when she married from her mother's family, and she had a deep affection for her.
Different from ordinary maids, she can be said to be Wang Ruoqing's intercourse girl, a member of her family who can help the couple develop their sexual relations.
Her status in her husband's family is greater than that of an ordinary concubine.
So she thought to herself that she was the only one to report the news, so she wouldn't suffer too much. If it were others, they might have to shed their skin even if they didn't die.
Fortunately, to her great relief, although the prince was more majestic than before, his kind-hearted nature remained unchanged, and he did not suffer from the bad habits of a big shot.
Not to mention the various thoughts of maid Xiaocui here.
Here, Di Xin smiled and said to Wang Ruoqing: "Since breakfast has to wait for a while, my dear concubine, you might as well come to the palace with me for a walk."
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in Wang Ruoqing's eyes, every move and gesture of Emperor Xin at this time was full of infinite charm.
Hearing Di Xin's suggestion, Wang Ruoqing smiled sweetly and replied: "Why, Your Majesty, do you want to take me to the garden to enjoy the flowers so early?"
"Appreciating the flowers, that's not true. A guest has arrived, and my concubine happened to accompany me to greet him." Di Xin took Wang Ruoqing's hand.
"Guest?" Wang Ruoqing was a little confused. How could there be any guests in Prince Yu's Mansion this early in the morning? This was not the time to come to the door. He came to the door while others were having breakfast, and others might not have gotten up yet.
Come here now, aren't you looking for scolding?
Moreover, my husband, Prince Yu, has never been involved in cliques and selfish pursuits. He is a simple-minded person and has almost no friends. Prince Yu’s palace is also deserted and few people come to visit. Who will come over now?
Before Wang Ruoqing could think clearly, she was involuntarily held by Di Xin's hand and pulled forward.
In a remote corner of the side courtyard of the palace, there are several large vats covered with wooden lids.
These large vats are not water vats, but the pickle vats used for pickling vegetables in the palace's kitchen.
Prince Yu did not have the financial support of his mother's family. Although he was a prince and was supported by the court, the food and clothing for the hundreds of people in the palace were still beyond his means.
Although her father-in-law was a minister, he was known for his integrity. The dowry Wang Ruoqing brought was not very large, and she slowly made up for it.
Therefore, as a royal palace, it still needs to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.
Even though this pickle is small, if you buy it from outside every year, it will cost a lot of money.
So the chefs of the palace, after asking for instructions, began to pickle vegetables in the palace. After all, they could eat their own food with confidence and save a lot of money.
Under Wang Ruoqing's puzzled eyes, Di Xin opened the wooden lid of one of the pickle jars.
In the half of the pickle vat, there was a petite figure huddled in a night clothes with his face covered.
The figure looked like a dead pig. When Di Xin opened the lid, he didn't react at all. It was obvious that he was in a coma and had no consciousness.
This person was none other than Song Qianwei who was chased by Chen Simin last night. She fled into the palace and did not dare to enter the room in the palace for fear of being discovered by the guards in the palace, so she found the pickle vat in the palace that almost no one would pay attention to. To a hidden place.
In the end, Song Qianwei was still unable to withstand the power of the Soul-Calming Palm and passed out.
Wang Ruoqing looked at the figure in black in the pickle vat in surprise. He was wearing night clothes, and he didn't look like a serious person at first glance. Could this be the guest Di Xin was talking about?
"Husband, this..."
Di Xin naturally understood what Wang Ruoqing meant and explained with a smile: "Madam, an uninvited guest is also a guest. Let's see what the guest who broke into our palace last night looks like."
Di Xin pulled off Song Qianwei's black scarf, and saw that underneath the scarf was a beautiful and white face, with handsome facial features and slender eyebrows, which made the whole person look very heroic. The most important thing was the expression on her body. That kind of temperament of a woman who is not inferior to a man, makes people unable to help but praise the heroine after watching it.
Di Xin touched his chin, which was a bit difficult to deal with.
His current state of warlock is just visualization. Although he had a general understanding of what happened in the palace last night in bed, his soul was not too strong after all, and his perception could not be subtle. However, he did not see clearly for a moment who the man in black who broke in first was. Male is female.
Originally, if it was a man, Di Xin would usually wake him up and ask him about his origins. If he did many evil things, he would kill him with one blow after torture. If he did not do many evil things, he would lock him up and train him to be his subordinate.
The problem is that a rare and majestic strange woman is not part of Di Xin's plan. For a while, Di Xin didn't know how to start.