"Mom, you are stupid! People in the capital are most afraid of you! Who dares to eat it!" Murong Ze had just finished sleeping when his grandma took him out of the carriage.
"Mom, there's no poison in the porridge, right? If it's poisoned, wouldn't the taste be less bland?" Murong Xin also got out of the carriage, but she was still yawning.
A word that wakes up the dreamer!
Xia Ziluo suddenly realized that these people did not dare to receive the porridge because of the infamous reputation of the real princess.
After understanding what was going on, Xia Ziluo became anxious.
Fame kills people! She didn't expect that with such a bad reputation, no one would even dare to drink the rice porridge made with kindness.
Diagonally across from the porridge stall, in the elegant seating area on the second floor of the teahouse, Murong Xitian picked up his tea cup and his face darkened.
He had seen this morning's scene from beginning to end, including her personally going to the battle to light a fire and make porridge... However, the doubts in his heart became even more serious.
If it is said that this is just a simple distribution of porridge to help refugees, it seems unexplainable.
Even if we take into account the previous doubts about her, it is still difficult to accept that the bully princess will become a good person.
But if it were assumed that Bu Porridge was just a trap, why would she work so hard?
Even if he wanted to make it more realistic, she could just sit aside and give directions at will. These strange things that couldn't be explained further confirmed his idea - there was something behind the cloth.
There was a "pop" sound, and the teacup in his hand shattered.
Murong Xitian seemed to have thought of something, and an unpredictable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This porridge must be poisonous!
In recent days, more and more refugees have come to the capital to seek refuge from other places. Her father, Mr. Xia Xiangye, has proposed more than once in court that the officers and soldiers should pretend to be bandits, and then arrange for officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress them, taking the opportunity to kill all these refugees.
But this proposal was suppressed by him, but he didn't expect that Xia Ziluo would come up with such a bloodless way to deal with these refugees so easily!
That's it! Her method of doing things is indeed the same as before, cruel and outrageous.
This time, he must not let the Xia family's conspiracy succeed, and he will crush her conspiracy in one fell swoop.
It was already past Chen hour, but there was still no one in front of the porridge stall.
No one came to receive the porridge, and the porridge in the pot became sticky and turned into rice. The temperature gradually cooled down and it was no longer steaming hot.
Xia Ziluo was not discouraged by this. She believed that there would always be someone who would boldly stand up like the first person to eat a crab.
When the porridge was cold, she ordered people to add water, add firewood, and heat the porridge... Gradually, the crowd of people watching could no longer restrain themselves, and there was a commotion.
"Get out of the way." Suddenly an eleven or twelve year old beggar walked out of the crowd.
The little beggar stared at the porridge with longing in his eyes. His chapped mouth opened slightly, and he walked slowly to the porridge stall step by step, covering his withered belly.
He looked like he hadn't eaten for a long time.
"Wait a minute, I'll serve you porridge right now." Before the little beggar asked her for it, Xia Ziluo was already busy.
She filled a large bowl of porridge, added a spoonful of sesame salt, and sprinkled some chopped green onion.
As soon as I handed it over, the little beggar didn't take it.
He looked at the milky white, shiny and transparent porridge, swallowed, and asked, "Is it really free?"
"Well, it's a gift. You can eat whatever you want for free."
The little beggar felt relieved and reached out to grab some food.
"Wait..." Xia Ziluo hurriedly called him, and then explained with a gentle smile in the little beggar's frightened eyes, "It's hot, you need to blow it before eating."
