Give her a way to survive. She won't hurt anyone. She just wants to know the truth about how her uncle poisoned the emperor. As long as Chong Ximo doesn't tell anyone, she swears that after this matter is over, she will leave the palace and never come back.
"Yes, you know that I have done anything to survive. Suddenly such a good job came from the sky. I have food, drink, and a place to stay. If I don't come, I won't get it for free."
Chu Qiao lowered her eyes and relaxed in her heart. It seemed that Chong Ximo believed that there is no perfect road for anyone, as long as you are willing to use your brain, there is no obstacle that you can't overcome.
Just when Chu Qiao was relieved, Chong Ximo suddenly grabbed Chu Qiao's hand and stroked it carefully. Waves of itching ran through his palm, and Chu Qiao's face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
What was he doing? Why was he touching her hand? Chu Qiao wanted to take her hand out, but she didn't dare, for fear of angering Chong Ximo and revealing that she was a fake Chunxiang.
"Displaced poor people?" He suddenly stopped and looked up at Chu Qiao.
"Yes, I suffered a lot and almost starved to death." Chu Qiao nodded quickly.
"Are these the hands of a displaced person who has suffered a lot?"
Chong Ximo's rhetorical question made Chu Qiao suddenly stunned. It turned out that this was his intention in touching her hand, and it was indeed the case. Her hand directly exposed her lie.
"I, I... wasn't poor before. My father lost money in business, and as a result..."
"No need to make it up."
Chong Ximo threw her hand away coldly, with a look of disappointment on his eyebrows. Even if he was doing this for this woman, she would not tell him the truth.
Chu Qiao stopped her hand and stood aside. She didn't know what to say. She grabbed her hair and said something in a low voice.
"I have no ill intentions... Can you please not tell me about this matter? If you are unhappy, I will leave after a while. How about one year? No, no, half a year? If it doesn't work, just one month. After one month, I
Just leave the palace? I swear!"
Chu Qiao stretched out her hand, hoping that Chong Ximo would give her some time to relax. She finally entered the palace and left just like that. She was really unwilling to do so.
"I didn't say I wanted you to leave immediately..."
Chong Ximo held the cup and said this slowly.
"Really? Master Chong, you are really..." Chu Qiao was so excited that she didn't know what to say. He agreed and let her stay in the palace as Li Chunxiang.
"But you can't act recklessly, you have to listen to me."
Chong Ximo said coldly that he would keep an eye on this woman all the time to see what she wanted from coming to the palace.
"Okay, I'll listen to you..." No matter what, she would agree to Chong Ximo first, because what she wanted was simply a prescription.
Seeing that Chu Qiao agreed, Chong Ximo turned her head and looked out the window. It was already dark. Should she leave the Yuxiang Room?
"Aren't you going back now?" he asked.
"Oh, I've been talking to you. Mr. Shangshi Supervisor asked me to prepare spices. I have to be busy."
Chu Qiao took a step back, knowing that Chong Ximo would not ask any more questions, but his trust in her was also gone.
"I'll wait for you." Chong Ximo nodded, still sitting in his original position, looking at her.
Chu Qiao didn't know whether he was worried about her going back to walk at night, or whether he was monitoring her to prevent her from doing anything bad. He sat there steadily, which made her very embarrassed.
Turning around, Chu Qiao began to prepare the spices. She weighed the spices little by little and placed them one by one. Then she took the paper, wrote the name and weight of the spices, and wrapped the spices little by little. The portions of the spices
There were a lot of things to count, and when we got to the royal kitchen, some more seasonings needed to be added. She wrote a recipe for a spice bag and told the royal chefs how to add other seasonings.
While dividing the spices, Chu Qiao secretly glanced at Chong Ximo. He still maintained that posture, looking at her, as if he was very puzzled by her virtuous action of picking spices.
"Can you write?" he asked.
"Not many people know how to write."
Chu Qiao replied in a low voice, in fact, she could write most of the words. In Qingzhou, she was the only one in her family who went to a private school. For this reason, her sisters laughed at her a lot, saying that she looked like a boy and how could she get married in the future.
In fact, she is really not easy to marry. She was engaged to Chong Ximo for two years, and then the engagement was broken off and she was kicked out of the house. If she is mentioned as the fourth Miss Chu, who would dare to ask for it.
Under Chong Ximo's profound gaze, Chu Qiao turned around and continued to divide the spices, smelling them one by one. Until she felt that there was nothing wrong with the smell of the spices, she separated them and wrapped them again.
There are a lot of spices used in a state banquet. Chu Qiao has been busy for an hour and a half just for the meal. The night is already very late, and she still has a spoonful and a half of work to finish.
Chong Ximo was still waiting for her at the table behind her. He was sick and needed to rest. Staying here with her like this would not do any good to his condition.
Chu Qiao pursed her lips, trying to persuade Chong Ximo to go back, but when she turned around, she found that Chong Ximo had fallen asleep on the table with his head down.
She stood there blankly, looking at him. He had his face turned sideways, resting on his arms. His face was still as pale as when he first came in. The Yuxiang Room was a bit cold at night, and his clothes looked a bit thin. If he slept like this
Here, if you catch the wind and cold, the situation will be worse.
Chu Qiao walked over and wanted to push Chong Ximo awake, but after thinking about it, she retracted her hand. She took off the coat draped on her shoulders and carefully covered him. She just turned around and went to
As he continued to work, his hand was held by him.
"I like you..." His voice was very low, deep, like babble, but also like...
He likes her, he actually said he likes her?
Chu Qiao gasped, her heart beating wildly. After hearing these words, she had to admit that she was very happy, and a trace of unspeakable joy rushed into her heart.
She thought of that snowy night and standing in front of the carriage holding a stone...
Chong Ximo, he was the man Chu Qiao had been looking for, and was deeply moved. She slowly turned around, and Chu Qiao was surprised to find that Chong Ximo was still lying on the table, and the hand that held her was much looser.
It turned out that those words just now were just gibberish, maybe the person he said he liked was not her. Chu Qiao's heart suddenly sank, and she gently took her hand out of his big hand.
"Ahem..."
He coughed again, and Chu Qiao stepped back from her original pull away. She stretched out her hand nervously and put her fingers on his pulse. She wanted to feel his pulse carefully again and wanted to know what Chong Ximo really wanted.