The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

What's even more irritating is that in the end, the prince only took a sip of tea, and all the other teas went into Xiao Liangdi's stomach!

I can't think about it anymore, the more I think about it, the more embarrassed it becomes!

Sizhu smiled bitterly: "Little Master is joking, Chaolu is difficult to collect, how can you drink it every day?"

Xiao Xixi showed disappointment: "That's it, that's a pity."

Sizhu breathed a sigh of relief secretly, she thought that this matter was just revealed, but did not expect His Royal Highness to suddenly speak at this moment.

"Since Xiao Liangdi likes to drink tea brewed with morning dew, you can just do Sizhu."

Sizhu panicked and wanted to refuse, but when she caught the cold gaze of the prince, she didn't dare to say anything.

She remembered the prince's warning yesterday.

What if she had Queen Qin as her backer? The prince could kill her with just one sentence.

Huixiang is a bloody foreshadowing.

Sizhu responded aggrievedly: "The slaves obey."

She hated herself to death, why did she collect dew to make tea? Isn't it fragrant to make tea with ordinary well water? !

Well now, the prince himself spoke and asked her to collect dew water to make tea every day.

When she thought that she would go out every day before dawn to collect dew and make tea for Xiao Liangdi to drink, she felt that the future was gloomy.

Xiao Xixi asked thoughtfully, "Will this be too hard for you?"

Sizhu wanted to roar very much, of course it was very hard! ! !

But the prince was still watching, Sizhu could only squeeze out a sentence with a smile: "It's not hard at all, it's an honor for a servant to be able to serve the little master."

Xiao Xixi smiled and rolled her eyes: "You really know how to talk, so thank you."

She is very happy when she thinks that there will be delicious milk tea to drink every day in the future.

Seeing her happy, Luo Qinghan's mood also rose.

The two of them were happy, but Si Zhu was so aggrieved that she almost suffocated. She had never seen someone who could bully people like this!

Baoqin fished out the cooked rice noodles and ingredients, served with delicious soup, and placed them in front of Xiao Liangdi and the Prince.

Xiao Liangdi couldn't wait to take a sip, and immediately clapped the table and praised: "What kind of fairy delicacy is this? It's too delicious!"

The taste of this bridge noodle is relatively light, which is quite in line with Luo Qinghan's taste.

Therefore, His Royal Highness the Prince ate more than usual for lunch today, and Baoqin was rewarded for this.

Sizhu thought that she had worked hard to collect dew and boiled tea, but failed to get a compliment from His Royal Highness, Baoqin just boiled two pots of rice noodles and got the reward from the prince, and her heart suddenly became more sour.

Even if she can't compare to Xiao Liangdi, now she can't even compare to Bao Qin, who is also a palace maid!

In the afternoon, Baoqin continued to study pearl pudding blood glutinous rice.

Luo Qinghan asked someone to bring a box of books from Mingguang Palace and gave it to Xiao Liangdi.

Xiao Xixi opened the box and took out the books inside, all of them were books similar to landscapes, telling stories of customs and anecdotes from various places.

Compared with those books of hers, the workmanship of these books is obviously much more refined.

"Thank you, Your Highness, I will definitely read these books carefully."

Luo Qinghan was satisfied with her willingness to study seriously.

A little eunuch happened to come to report that it was the little prince of the county.

"You are here to read the book well, and go back when you are alone."

Xiao Xixi reminded: "His Royal Highness remembers the concubine's cakes! The little prince said that he would help the concubine carry the cakes of Suxiangtang!"

Luo Qinghan ignored her and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as he left, Xiao Xixi put the book in his hand back into the box, and then pulled out a book from the bottom of the stack of words on the small desk by the bed.