Chapter 17: Both breakfast and dinner are steamed buns and porridge?
Qianxun let go of her hand, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she breathed a long sigh of relief as she looked toward the swaying bead curtain. Nangong Xi's shadow was no longer there.
While Chunying was changing Qianxun's robe, she said in a low voice, "Princess, you have to be careful about this Nangong Xi."
"He doesn't really like me, does he? He pounced on me when he saw me last night... What a little pervert, how did he become my male concubine?"
Qianxun said with a smile and smoothed out the messy hair in front of him. The weather was so hot that small beads of sweat oozed out from his smooth forehead early in the morning.
"Nangong Xi, Yun Luo, Leng Feng Ling, Tuo Yu, Xia Zhibai, and Fan Shui were all arranged for you by Murong Chenzhe. Only Feng Canglun was arranged for you by the Queen. So, except for Feng Canglun,
Princesses of other people should be especially careful."[
Chunying said in a low voice, her slender hands quickly tied Qianxun's belt and chest strap, pushed her to the edge of the red sandalwood table, and gently combed her long hair.
When Qianxun heard this, his head was pounding.
Oh my god, it turned out that there were six male concubines, all of whom were arranged for her by Murong Chenzhe!
But that Feng Canglun seemed to hate her very much. If it was arranged by the queen mother, it wouldn't be very decent, right?
Hey, who is that Murong Chenzhe?
"Murong Chenzhe, is he the one who imprisoned me here?"
Qianxun frowned, Murong Chenzhe actually locked himself here. Isn't he his brother, or his father?
Chunying smiled coldly, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.
"He is not your brother, nor your father. I will tell you when the time is right."
Qianxun pouted, why don't you tell her now?
A three-year-old with an IQ would naturally not know who that person was, let alone what happened in the palace.
"He only comes to see you once. Of course, it's best if you don't see that person, otherwise" Chunying said in a low voice, and lightly tied a lotus bun for Qianxun, and then fixed it with a silver fork and a red phoenix five-bead fork, and it was done.
Got her head off.
Qianxun pursed her lips. Chunying knew what he meant even if she didn’t say what he said next!
Otherwise you will die!
whee.
After washing up, Qianxun was taken out of the hall by Chunying. On the table on the right, there were still several large white steamed buns and a bowl of white porridge.
Yaya, is this how a princess is treated?
No matter for breakfast or dinner, it’s all steamed buns and porridge?