The lunch box that Chu Qiao had just put on the desk was pushed out unceremoniously by the woman who came in. She had already let go of the lunch box and had to grab the side of the lunch box when she was about to leave the lunch box. She exclaimed in surprise.
I took a few steps back and almost sat down on the ground.
Who is this? Why are you so rude? If she hadn't reacted quickly, the lunch box would have been thrown out again today.
It's really hateful, doesn't she have eyes? Chu Qiao turned around and her eyes widened, and she almost burst out with anger, but the woman who came in from the door didn't take it seriously and didn't even look at Chu Qiao, let alone apologize.
Instead, he shouted softly.
"Brother Ximo."
Brother Ximo?
With this sound, the anger rising in Chu Qiao's heart was instantly extinguished, and goosebumps fell all over her throat.
"Brother Xi Mo, you try the pastries I made first. The chef in the imperial kitchen, Sihai, taught me how to make them."
The woman who broke in was wearing strange clothes. She was definitely not the servant of the harem of the dynasty. She was a bit different. When Chu Qiao thought about it carefully, she seemed to be the servant of a Mongolian woman. She had strings on her head and many decorations on her body.
, and a white feather. Every time Chu Jing'an went to Mongolia, he would bring back some rare things. Among them, there were Mongolian women serving him, but those serving him were not as gorgeous as this woman.
It seems that this woman is the opposite age to Chu Qiao. Her behavior is a bit reckless. She walks in the door as fast as flying. She looks like she has been given a shot of chicken blood and is very excited.
Chu Qiao was very glad that she still had the lunch box in her hand. If she had knocked it over again, someone would have something to say when she returned. After calming down, she felt a little confused. This woman ran out like this and was so anxious.
Yes, isn't it just a gift of some pastries? Is it so exaggerated?
"What are you doing here? Back off, hold your things, and wait aside." The young woman turned around and glared at Chu Qiao fiercely, feeling that the palace maid was in the way.
Because she turned her head like this, Chu Qiao could see clearly that this woman with rough movements actually had a pretty face, her eyes were particularly watery, and her lips were thin and full of charm.
It's just that in this kind of elegance, there is a little bit of unpleasant perverseness.
Chu Qiao hurriedly took a few steps back and stood aside. The lunch box she was holding in her hand actually became a little heavy. She must have been holding it for a long time and was a little tired.
The woman in Mongolian clothing glared fiercely at Chu Qiao when she entered the door, but when she turned to Chong Ximo, she revealed a smiling face, her eyes almost narrowed into curved moons, overflowing with hatred for the man in front of her.
of adoration.
"Brother Xi Mo, you eat, eat, I made it with my own hands. If you don't eat it, my efforts will be in vain." As she said this, she took a plum blossom-shaped pastry and brought it to Chong Ximo's mouth.
Chong Ximo was a little embarrassed and visibly moved back.
"I rarely eat these sweet things." This was a very tactful refusal, but the woman heard it completely and said another sentence.
"It's not sweet, I didn't ask them to put sugar..."
After the woman finished speaking, she grinned. She said she made it by herself just now, but now she said she didn't let them put sugar?
Obviously, these beautiful pastries were not made by her, she just got a nice lucky break.
Chu Qiao, who was standing behind, couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed after hearing these contradictory words. This woman even let it slip, but she didn't realize it. She was really stupid.
Although this smile was silent, it made Chong Ximo, who suddenly raised his eyes, look at him, and he seemed even more unnatural.
Chu Qiao panicked, lowered her head hurriedly, and took a few steps back until her body was against the wall with no way to retreat, then she stood against the wall, in order to avoid picking up the woman's clothes again.
What a joke, she looked at the wall beside her and found that the entire right hand direction was filled with medical books, which should be for the imperial doctors. Her uncle said that when he had free time, he would read and answer questions here.
Questions from some imperial doctors.
In a daze, she seemed to still be able to see her uncle standing on this wall, taking out a book from the shelf and flipping through the pages. Thinking of her uncle's loving face, Chu Qiao's mood dropped again.
It would be great if he was still alive.
Over there at the desk, the woman was still holding the cake in her hand, pouting, acting coquettishly. She must have an unusual relationship with Chong Ximo, right? In fact, the Chong family has canceled the marriage to the Chu family, and Chong Ximo is now with other people.
It is not unusual for women to have some affairs, not to mention that he is such a handsome man and is of marriageable age.
It's just that without Chu Qiao, the disaster star, he is so determined, can he really marry the bride? Chu Qiao is a little unsure, maybe those rumors are false, and in any case, it is impossible to tell where Chong Ximo gave birth to Ke's wife
Mutually.
"I'll do it myself."
Chong Ximo frowned, reached out and picked up a pastry, put it to his mouth, took a bite, nodded and said, "Well, it is indeed delicious."
"It's delicious, haha..."
The woman laughed again. She seemed to be in a good mood. From the moment she walked in until now, except for the look she gave Chu Qiao, she was almost always smiling.
"Brother Xi Mo, look, do my clothes look good? They belong to the Mongolian princess. Mr. Liang went to Mongolia. The Mongolian princess personally delivered them to the post house. She said she would bring one to me so that I could feel the style of the grassland. How?
Like? Do you like it?"
The woman jumped away happily and spun around in front of Chong Ximo several times, attracting Chu Qiao's attention. Speaking of which, the clothes of this Mongolian princess were indeed beautiful. When she turned, the skirt was very big and the ribbons were flying, making it very elegant.
Beautiful feeling.
To be able to receive gifts and services from a Mongolian princess so solemnly, this woman's identity must be unusual.
Chong Ximo didn't seem to have much interest in serving or women. He raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qiao.
"Put down the lunch box and you can go back."
"yes."
Chu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. She really couldn't carry it and her legs were numb. When Chong Ximo said this, she hurried over and put the lunch box on the desk. Then she took a step back and turned around to ask for it.
Go, the woman turned her head displeased and called to her.
"You, wait."
Chu Qiao had to step back and turned around to look at the woman. She wondered what she meant by calling her "wait a minute". Looking at her displeased expression, she thought she was going to cause trouble for her.
"Don't you know me?"
The woman rolled her eyes, her smile was gone, and she showed an expression of disdain. She thought it was Chu Qiao's face that made her a little unhappy. How could the little palace maid who brought meals be so beautiful? She seemed to have never seen her before.
Pass.
"Chunxiang has only come to the palace not long ago, and she only knows a few palace maids." Chu Qiao replied.