Chu Qiao forcefully pulled the big man's hand off and whispered.
"I saw someone and wanted to say hello to him..."
"That, that... you are crazy. That's the little Marquis. What are you saying hello? Do you think it's too slow to die?" The big man pulled Chu Qiao with great strength and turned into the door leading to the cabin.
A small road.
What? Is he the young Marquis? Chu Qiao's face turned pale.
"Is that the young marquis wearing the black official uniform?"
"It's not the black one, it's the blue one. The second prince's only son, the young marquis, the emperor's nephew! Killing a palace maid or a eunuch is like trampling an ant to death. Do you still dare to shout?" replied the big man?
With.
"I'm asking the black one, the one in black official uniform?" Chu Qiao was anxious. She didn't care about the young prince. She just wanted to know who she met on Yuquan Mountain.
"do not know……"
Chu Qiao was immediately discouraged by the big man's words. It seemed that the young man was a little-known person, and even the eunuchs in the palace didn't know him.
But why is he with such a domineering young master?
Being pulled by the big guy, Chu Qiao could only give up. It was really not a good time to say hello at this time. She didn't care, but she was going to hurt the big guy.
Soon, she and the big guy arrived at the hut, but surprisingly they didn't hear the old royal chef's crazy voice.
"Why didn't your uncle stop making trouble?" Chu Qiao was stunned.
"No, there was a fuss just now?" The big man hurried over, opened the door and saw the old chef kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes, holding up a shoe, wondering what he was doing?
Hey, he went crazy again, the big man shook his head helplessly.
"You go out and look out, and I'll persuade your uncle." Chu Qiao said to the big man. The big man nodded, retreated, and closed the door.
The old imperial chef still maintained that posture, holding up his shoes, with tears streaming down his face.
"Your Majesty, I'm going to follow you. This knife will help me along..."
Phew, Chu Qiao almost laughed. This knife can also kill people? So she cleared her throat and spoke.
"I have so many things to do, why do I always come to see you when I have time? If you kill yourself, who will cook me delicious food?"
"emperor……"
As soon as the old chef heard what Chu Qiao said, he dropped the shoe in his hand and hugged Chu Qiao's thigh. Chu Qiao shook him several times without shaking him off. This old man was like a clingy plaster.
"I, I order you to eat..." Chu Qiao finally pulled out her legs and gasped. This guy is really strong.
The old imperial chef was very obedient, stood up, turned around, picked up the rice bowl, and started eating bite after bite. But after taking a few bites, he suddenly turned around.
"emperor!"
With the word "Emperor", rice particles were sprayed in Chu Qiao's face. Chu Qiao really wanted to shout, drag her out and behead her. How could such a bold slave dare to spray the Emperor? It's a pity that she is not the Emperor, so she can only endure it.
"What's the matter? You eat your own food, I'm very busy." Chu Qiao wiped her face and cursed several times in her heart.
"Your Majesty, I have a secret..." the old chef said with rice grains in his mouth.
What secret? The house is full of shabby things. There are secrets, but they are just shoes and tattered clothes. Chu Qiao really doesn't bother to ask what the secret is.
Just when Chu Qiao urged the old chef to eat quickly, he took out a torn baggage from somewhere and pulled it one layer at a time. He didn't know how long it had been, but he only knew that the cloth was torn.
As the cloth tore all over the floor, the old chef chuckled and held up an old book.
"The man named Wang didn't steal it. Your Majesty, this servant gave it to you."