The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 177 The Abused Princess (28)

Fusang, who inexplicably turned into a dog, was not very happy, but under the tempting aroma of the food...

Forget it, fix the dog, fix the dog
Under Xiao Chen's 'loving' gaze, Fusang picked up the bowl and began to eat in small bites.

The imperial concubine also sat down, and the meal was served by her personal maid, but she looked at Fusang from time to time.

In the past, she was a high-ranking princess, she could only kneel while she was sitting.

Later, she became a noble concubine, and the former golden and jade princess became a lowly servant instead.

It was the first time for the two of them to sit together like this.

The original owner has suffered a lot in these years, and his body is slender and weak, even if he wears a few more clothes in winter, he will not look bloated.

Fusang's sitting posture is very correct, her back is straight, her every move is very eye-catching, and she even eats with elegance.

I don't know if it was caused by the inferiority complex buried deep in my heart, the imperial concubine unconsciously imitated Fusang's appearance and straightened her back.

The warm porridge entered the stomach, and even the hands and feet seemed to become warmer.

Fusang ate four bowls in one go as if no one was watching.

Under the astonished eyes of the imperial concubine, she slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks and rubbed her round stomach.

"I'm done eating."

Her voice woke up the stunned imperial concubine, and she coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment.

How can this person eat so much?

The bowl of porridge was about to reach the bottom, and she filled a bowl before she could.

Under Fusang's steadfast gaze, the imperial concubine suddenly felt embarrassed to continue eating, so she had to put down the silver chopsticks in her hand.

The palace man stepped forward to remove the food very discerningly.

After rinsing his mouth, Xiao Chen handed the cup of tea to the attendant, and said, "I have a rest in the imperial court today, and I have nothing to do. I will go with you to the Plum Garden to have a look."

The sudden turn of events surprised the imperial concubine.

The sun in winter is not as hot as in summer, but it does not have a kind of warmth.

Red walls, green tiles, and snow-covered roofs.

Although there are no birds and insects, but the quietness of winter is unique, and the beauty makes people relax physically and mentally.

The Zichen Hall is a little far away from the Plum Garden, Xiao Chen and the imperial concubine are sitting in sedan chairs.

As a palace maid, Fusang was not qualified to sit in the sedan chair, but Xiao Chen didn't know if he was addicted to hugging her, so he didn't give her a chance to refuse, and held her in his arms domineeringly.

The soft wind blows the black veils on both sides of the sedan chair, and the black eyes, like splashed ink, sweep across Fusang's tense face inadvertently.

Although nestled in his arms, her slender body was very stiff, her plain white fingers were tightly clutching the clothes on his chest, and her tense knuckles were turning white.

Xiao Chen's face was as cold as ever, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I had a dream last night."

A muffled voice came from overhead.

Fusang raised his head slightly, and his eyes met his smooth and beautiful jaw.

"In my dream, I met a girl, the peach is so beautiful, the beauty is shining, the beautiful girl walked in front of me, but she never stopped..."

His voice was cold and flat, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.

Fusang thought, what does it have to do with me if you have a dream or a nightmare, why do you want to tell me?
Her fair little face was blank, and there was even a bit of doubt between her brows.

She couldn't understand what he was saying.

This recognition made Xiao Chen's eyes dim, and a cold breath came out.

Fusang, who was slapped on the face by the cold air, was in a daze, why was he angry again?

Shivering from the cold on Xiao Chen's body, Fusang suffered a lot all the way, finally arrived at the plum garden, and could hear laughter and applause from afar.

At the same time, accompanied by the sound of beating gongs and drums, it was as lively as a temple fair during the Chinese New Year.

The imperial concubine who got up from the sedan chair showed doubts.

Is this what a poetry reception should be like?
(End of this chapter)