The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

Three miracle doctors were studying the prescription, and Yan Sinian stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands.

After seeing the doctor, Xiaoba planned to leave. Her thoughts were on Rabbit.

Dumpling took out a package of small crispy meat from somewhere and wrapped it in oil paper. A big bag, fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, salty and caramelized.

She used the crispy meat to coax Xiaoba and asked her to wait aside for a while.

When she just came back, she found that Baozi was missing and An Qi was kneeling in the yard. Although His Highness the Crown Prince didn't say anything, there was a strange atmosphere filling the air.

At this time it is better to stay with His Highness the Crown Prince!

Besides, neither she nor Steamed Bun knew much about medicine. If Baozi didn't come back, she and Steamed Bun would have to cook the medicine. After the prescription is issued, if you don’t understand something, you’d better ask in person!

"Mr. An, please have tea!" Xue Mingzhu had just poured a cup of tea, but no one expected that she would hold it for Yan Sinian.

Yan Sinian stood at the window and could just see six young men in the yard with their heads peeping out. They gathered at the door, sometimes looking into the room, and sometimes pointing at An Qi who was kneeling in the middle of the yard.

The jade tablets between his fingers were turning, and Yan Sinian was thinking about how to deal with Baozi and An Qi. Hearing the voice behind him, Yan Sinian glanced sideways and took a step to the side.

Under normal circumstances, Xue Mingzhu should have put the tea on the table next to Yan Sinian.

But Xue Mingzhu didn't do this. Instead, she stepped forward and handed the tea cup to Yan Sinian.

With a shy face, she leaned over and glanced at Yan Sinian from the corner of her eyes.

At this time, a pair of white and delicate hands, as frosty as snow, stretched out from the side and took the tea cup from Xue Mingzhu's hand.

"Thank you, Miss Xue." Steamed Bun held tea in his hands and saluted Xue Mingzhu to thank him.

Her movements are soothing, slow, light, yet pleasing to the eye.

The steamed bun has a gentle and watery appearance, with bright eyes and white teeth, a hanging nose, cherry lips, and fleshy cheeks. He is the one that the old man likes the most. At first glance, he has a gentle temper and a slow temper.

Being blocked by Steamed Bun, Xue Mingzhu gave Steamed Bun a big eye roll.

"Mr. An, seeing that you are not very old, you must not have a wife at home, right?" Xue Mingzhu asked in a soft voice, leaning forward and facing the back of Yan Sinian's head.

Yan Sinian didn't even give her any charity from the corner of his eye.

Steamed Bun turned around and put down the tea cup. With this action, he blocked Xue Mingzhu's front again.

"Miss Xue, do you want to recommend yourself to the pillow? This is not the behavior of a good girl."

"Who are you scolding?" Xue Mingzhu's sudden loud voice attracted everyone's attention.

"What happened to Mingzhu?" Xue Boxhan asked.

"Grandpa, this woman scolded me." Xue Mingzhu cried and complained to Xue Boshan.

Steamed Bun smiled and bowed in the direction of Xue Boshan. “Mr.

Everyone who knew Yan Sinian's identity nodded secretly. Your family's rules are indeed strict, and there is someone kneeling outside!

"You really understand the rules. When the master is talking, you shouldn't interrupt!" Xue Mingzhu glared at the steamed bun.

Steamed Bun put away the smile on his face and said with a cold face: "Just kidding, Miss Xue is not the slave's master, and you don't have the qualifications either."

After talking about the buns, he looked Xue Mingzhu up and down. The disdain and contempt in his eyes were completely concealed in front of Xue Mingzhu.

Xue Mingzhu pointed at the nose of the steamed bun and said loudly: "Why do you say that I am not qualified? It's not like I haven't seen a wealthy family like you before, and you only have a little more money than us. What's the difference?"

People who can become miracle doctors will naturally not be really short of money. As long as they are willing, it is not difficult to get twenty thousand taels. Therefore, Xue Mingzhu has never felt inferior about money since she was a child.

Mantou looked at the fingers in front of him, but there was no change on his face. Instead, he said slowly: "Not to mention the rules of the wealthy family to the wealthy family, the bamboo family to the bamboo family, just because Miss Xue is standing here at this time. Here, there is no qualification to be a slave master."

Xue Mingzhu blinked and looked at the steamed buns. She didn't understand. "...you...what do you mean?"

Steamed Bun sneered and did not answer Xue Mingzhu's words. Instead, he turned around and walked to the door.

At this time, six teenagers were standing outside the door, peeking at the fairy. ,

Seeing a sister dressed as a maid suddenly walking over, all six of them stood up straight and took a few steps back.

Mantou looked around at the young men in front of him, and smiled tenderly at Liu Tonghai, who seemed to be the youngest among them.

"This young man is so polite."

Liu Tonghai's face turned red when he saw his beautiful sister talking to him. He hurriedly arranged his clothes and covered up the collar he had pulled open to reveal the tattoo on his chest.

He returned the favor and said, "Hello, sister!"

"I'm rude, I have something to ask the young master. I hope the young master can clear up my doubts!"

"I don't dare to take it as an explanation. Sister, please tell me."

"The house is so busy, why don't you gentlemen go in and take a look?"

After hearing Mantou's question, Liu Tonghai looked at her with wide eyes, as if to say, what kind of tiger and wolf words are you talking about.

"This is not a tile house in the market. There are women in the house. How can we just enter it?" Liu Tonghai's eyes turned red with fear.

Hua Guifan and Liu Tonghai are cousins. They grew up together. They hurriedly stepped forward to salute the steamed buns and said, "Sister, if there is any conflict between us, please forgive me. We apologize here." .”

Playing is about playing, making trouble is about making trouble. The six of them are all serious young masters from a large and respectable family. They all have outstanding brothers who support the family business. They are rich and powerful at home, and they are also liked and pampered by their elders. Although they are a bit cynical, they are knowledgeable and well-educated. Etiquette and behavior are engraved in the bones.

Even those dandy young men can lack great virtues, but they cannot neglect small etiquette.

Steamed Bun smiled and said: "You guys are all young masters, so naturally they abide by the rules and have good conduct."

After the steamed bun thanked Liu Tonghai, he looked back at Xue Mingzhu.

"Miss Xue, do you understand? The behavior of the young masters outside is already very well behaved. But the slave master's rules are ten times and a hundred times stricter than this. Miss Xue doesn't understand this kind of daily behavior, so there is nothing to talk about. the difference!"

"You don't have to go around me. I understand. Don't men and women not be allowed to live in the same room? Why are you not a woman?"

This is because the levels are different; the environment is different; and the upbringing is also different.

Xue Boxhan only had one granddaughter, Xue Mingzhu, who naturally took her wherever she went from childhood to adulthood. As for the rules that the steamed buns mentioned, men and women should not sit at the same table at the age of seven, and so on. Everyone has fundamentally different perceptions.

Steamed Bun ignored Xue Mingzhu, and instead said to Xue Boshan apologetically: "Mr.

Xue Boxhan's old face turned red and he called his granddaughter back in a stern voice. He took her directly to the back room and ordered her not to come out.

The mantou's sentence of "submissive slave" was to ask him with a slap in the face, "I am a slave, is your lady also a slave?"

Dumpling glanced at the steamed bun and thought to himself: [The master's name is correct at all. The steamed bun is full of stuffing, but it's so choking! It also has to be steamed buns. 】