At lunch time, Fang Qing was still lying on the bed, not moving.
The girl went in and out, reheating the food three times, but Fang Qing still had no intention to move. The girl shook her head, she was a little confused, and wanted to go up and ask Fang Qing what he meant, but she was afraid that the princess would blame her, so she had to do it again
Go out with the cold food.
The sun gradually disappeared from the horizon, and the sky gradually became darker.
When the girl came in with steaming food for the fourth time, Fang Qing got up.
She kept her eyes calm and stared at the girl's every move as she came in.
The girl felt uncomfortable being stared at by her.
Snapped--
The chopsticks slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry, Princess, I'm sorry, I'm going to change a pair of chopsticks right away." The girl secretly glanced at her in fear.
Fang Qing waved to her.
"No, chopsticks can be used. Also, I can't leave, so please bring it over." She ordered calmly.
"Oh." The overly panicked girl followed Fang Qing's instructions and brought the food in front of her. When the chopsticks were handed over, she wiped them with her sleeves.
"Here, Princess."
Fang Qing took the chopsticks, she silently picked up her rice bowl and ate slowly.
It had been a long time since she had eaten a steaming meal. She seemed to have been nibbling bread and eating instant noodles. She smelled the fragrance of rice and raised her lips slightly.
Although the angle was very light, not enough to make a smile, in the eyes of the girl next to her, it was already shocking.
"Is there a problem with looking at me like this?" Fang Qing could see that this girl had been scared since she woke up. She raised her eyes and stared at the girl coldly.
With a plop, the girl knelt down.
"Princess, please spare your life. I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong." She kept kowtowing until blood came from the kowtow, and she continued to kowtow.
Was she, the owner of her body, so scary in the first place? However, Fang Qing frowned slightly. Her identity as a killer was once a name that everyone feared. She had seen this kind of fearful gaze many times.
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The girl's forehead was still banging, making a banging sound, as if her head was not her own.
When she wanted to wave irritably, a middle-aged woman with a sallow complexion ran in outside the door and knelt in front of her. "Princess, Xiaoju is the new girl who just arrived. She doesn't understand the rules. Princess, please forgive me."
Let her do it this time." She burst into tears.
Fang Qing's face was cold and she didn't say anything.
"Princess, please show mercy and spare your life." The middle-aged woman begged sadly.
Fang Qing stared at the cold marble slab, which was slowly stained with blood-colored flowers. The red color blurred her vision, causing some kind of feeling in her body to move.
Her eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and the hands by her side began to move.
"Luan Yuqing, you didn't take my king's warning at all, did you? Your legs are not strong enough for you to remember the lesson of blood?" The snow-white Xiaochao boots caught Fang Qing's eyes again.
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"You all get up, we have nothing to do with you here." Yu Tianqi's gentle face lines froze, and he raised his hand.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." The middle-aged woman took Xiaoju and left the room with lingering fear.
Fang Qing still had the same expression, cold and did not speak.