Xiao Guizi quickly tied the long brocade scarf on the prince's neck.
Xiao Linzi picked up a plate of food and came forward.
Xiao Lizi picked up a pair of chopsticks to taste the meal, put down the chopsticks and picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks. He picked up an empty porcelain plate on the table with one hand, put some vegetable tongs on the empty porcelain plate with the other hand, paused for a while, then picked it up and put it in.
On the prince's lips.
Xiao Linzi stepped back and put a dish back on the table, picked up another dish and came forward again, and so on.
Occasionally, if the prince doesn't want to eat, Little Plum will try to coax him.
After the meal, several eunuchs waited on the master to wash up, and then Xiao Lizi helped the prince into the palace to change clothes and rest.
After several eunuchs retreated and closed the door, inside the curtains, Chu Nanxi's closed eyes slowly opened, a pair of eyes flashed, and his body only tilted the bed board slightly. In just a moment, there was only one quilt left on the bed.
The bed board returned to its original state, and the person on the bed disappeared.
It turns out that there is a room under the bed board. The room is simply furnished with a soft couch, a square table, a recliner and two benches. On the table is a jar of wine and a saucer of teapot, and a sloppy old man.
My son was sitting at the table, sipping his drink with great enjoyment.
A window opened on the small roof, and a figure flashed lightly. The window closed, and Chu Nanxi was sitting next to the old man at the table. If he was not unfamiliar, he would pull the old man's rag patched shirt.
The sloppy old man didn't care. He smiled broadly, sipped his wine and stretched out his arms slightly.
Chu Nanxi put the tattered shirt directly on his body and shouted: "Old man Chang, give me a small drink too."
The sloppy old man turned his fingers holding the cup, and the cup flew to the side. "Here." Chu Nanxi stretched out her hand to catch the cup steadily, raised her head and drank a glass of wine.
I still remember one day more than ten years ago, the old man was drinking and sleeping in the little nest he dug. He always felt that something was tickling and comfortable under him, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Who would have thought that Chang Lao, the leader of the largest beggar gang in the world, whose martial arts skills are so great, would actually lose his waist while sleeping.
Chang Luqiu screamed and jumped up wildly. A hole was revealed in the weeds where he had just slept. There was a small shovel at the entrance of the hole, and then a white and cute little face stuck out from the hole.
Chang Luqiu has always been a casual person. He didn't care about the pain in his waist and said with a smile: "Whose little kid is digging people's graves in the wilderness?"
"Who is this bad old man, blocking my way in the wilderness?" The expression on the little face remained unchanged. Except for his eyes that glanced at Chang Luqiu when he just stretched out his head, he didn't even bother to look at him again. The little head
This is stretching outwards.
Chang Luqiu smiled instead. This little kid is not only cute, but also very interesting. "Haha. Young master, do you want the old man to pull you up to talk?"