Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 791 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (43)

The next second, Yun Si appeared in her Changle Palace, lying on the bed.

The sky outside has gradually turned gray, and the maids who got up early are already sweeping the floor.

Yun Si, who hadn't slept all night, was lying on the bed, unbelievably quiet.

After a long time, until the sun came in from the window, she slowly closed her eyes and retracted into the quilt.

One sleep, no dream.

During this period of time, above the court, the subjects found that the emperor, who had always been cloudy and uncertain, was even more terrifying and moody, as if he had fallen in love with a killing game.

The Minister of the Household Department was greedy for some small money and killed him.

The servant of the Ministry of War is lustful, and he opened casinos and brothels privately, killed, and strangled.

The youngest son of the Taishi's family robbed a civilian girl, was thrown into the court, and was sent directly to the frontier to serve as an army, never to return to Beijing.

The punishment was ten times heavier than before.

For a while, everyone in the court was in danger, and those who made small movements did not dare to move at all during this period, for fear that the emperor's killing intent would come upon them.

The emperor was in a bad mood, but the worst thing was actually the eunuchs who were accompanying him.

When I was serving, I didn't dare to breathe, even when serving tea and water, I was very cautious.

Poor Wang Gonggong is so old that he can't shake his hands when serving tea. Every time he comes out of the study, there is a burst of cold sweat on his back, which drenches his clothes.

All the little eunuchs under him, especially, raised their heads in fear every day, for fear that they would fall off if they were not careful.

Wang Gonggong waited on him while speculating on the emperor's mind inside.

Having been by his side for many years, he can roughly figure out a thing or two on weekdays, but this time, he really doesn't know why.

After contemplating for a long time, the prince still didn't dare to talk nonsense, and he just waited on him with all his heart every day, trembling.

Changle Palace.

Yingchun walked into the hall with red dates and bird's nest soup, and then gently placed it on the table.

The maid following behind was carrying a fruit basket and followed suit.

"Princess, the dining room has brought freshly cooked bird's nest, would you like to eat some?"

The beauty who was reading a book on the soft bed glanced at it, then put down the book, "Can I add sugar?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the people in the dining room know that the princess likes sweets, so they have already added enough sugar."

She hummed casually and put down the book.

"What kind of fruit did you give this time?"

The maid saluted respectfully, and replied respectfully, "It's a winter jujube, just picked, it's very sweet. Try it, Your Highness, if it's delicious, I'll go get some more."

"Well, back off."

The beauty became more and more bright and tender after being coddled, she propped her face with one arm, scooped up the bird's nest in the bowl with a porcelain spoon, and ate it in small bites.

The bright red lips were quickly moisturized like flower petals.

The soup is very sweet, which is the sweetness she likes. The people in the dining room are indeed very thoughtful, and no one can find fault with it.

After eating quietly, she wiped her lips with a handkerchief.

Afterwards, he took two jujubes at random, lay lazily on the bed, and ate while reading.

Quietly, but also live a leisurely life.

The maid saw that she had finished eating, so she stepped forward to clean up.

Seeing that she was always so lazy, Lian'er couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, the sun outside is very good today, would you like to go out for a walk? Take a break?"

"Need not."

She didn't lift her eyelids, and her voice was cold.

(End of this chapter)