The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

As the crowd dispersed, everyone began to go back to their rooms one after another. At this time, Fentao walked up to Xi Le and asked, "Sister Xi Le, did you really see her eating soy sauce beef? The kind that Eunuch Qiang made?" "

Xi Le nodded timidly. Although she didn't speak, her expression was determined, and there was also a hint of fear.

Xi Le felt that the day had been too rough. She was also a little scared after hearing what the two nuns had just said. Now she wished that everyone would pay attention to that madman and stop paying attention to herself.

"That's strange. Eunuch Qiang made only one portion of the soy beef for His Highness in the morning, and the rest was sealed in a jar. Where did she get the meat?"

Following her words, many people paused for a moment, and then acted as if nothing happened. Then they did whatever they had to do, as if they didn't hear them. No one answered Fentao's words, and Fentao also acted like After saying this as if talking to himself, he went back to the house.

But that night, there were several more people in the palace room than usual.

When it was still dark the next day, it had been snowing for several days, but it had stopped. The sky was clear and the snow was clear. The thick clouds in the sky had not cleared away. The mist was still shining through the glimmer of light before the winter sun rose. Floating in the palace courtyard.

"Ah!" A scream broke the tranquility of this late winter morning.

Xiaoba appeared on the roof of the dining room in an instant, looking in the direction of the sound. It was not yet dawn, it was not time to go to work, and no one was walking around. She could only see some scattered roofs. While she was still looking for where the sound came from, she saw lamps being lit up in the backyard of the dining room.

Xiaoba flashed and appeared on the roof of the tea room. She squatted down and saw the inside of the yard. I saw the door of a palace room was opened, and several people came in and out. After a while, the nun in charge of the courtyard was also pulled in.

"What happened?" An Jiu was one step behind Xiao Ba and squatted beside her.

"I don't know." Xiaoba said with interest. It didn't look like he was a spy or an assassin, so there was no chance of arresting people in exchange for meat, so Xiaoba wanted to stand up and go back.

"No! You're here, just watch for a while." An Jiu is a person who loves to watch the excitement. When His Highness is not using him, he goes around listening to gossip and watching the excitement. If his Qinggong hadn't been the best among all the secret guards, he would have been caught and silenced long ago.

Xiaoba continued to squat down indifferently. After a while, they understood.

It turns out that after An'er came back yesterday, she drank ginger tea and then lay down again. She didn't know whether it was because she was sick, frightened or frozen. Today, before dawn, she had a high fever and even... There was a swing. It woke up the people in the room, and then someone screamed.

Cui Xiyuan thought that since An'er was not feeling well, she would first let her drink more ginger tea and take two days off. Anyway, the supervisors knew about this matter and would not report it if they could. But now that she saw An'er in this situation, she had to report it.

The grandma who was called to take care of the yard told her the situation. When she saw this, she didn't dare to keep her any longer. He directly sent people to report to Manager Ping, and also sent people to Tong'an Station to ask them to come and carry An'er away.

Xiaoba and Anjiu watched with the people below. Several tall eunuchs came from Tongansuo, rolled An'er in with a quilt, tied the quilt twice with strips of cloth, and immediately put An'er into bed. People took it away.

"Where is Tong'an?" Xiaoba and Anjiu had already left the courtyard of the palace room, and they squatted on the roof of the dining room again. Xiaoba discovered that there were places in this palace that she didn't know about.

An Jiu took out a bag of fried broad beans from his arms, held it up and asked Xiaoba if he wanted to eat it. Of course, he had to have snacks when talking about gossip.

Not wanting Xiao Ba to take them all, An Jiu looked at his instantly empty paws and scratched them twice, then turned to look at Xiao Ba, with that expression written all over, "You really should have left two pills for me." ah! ! 】Suddenly I didn’t want to tell her about this Tongan House.

Xiaoba was chewing broad beans in his mouth and still thinking: "This is not freshly fried, it is at least two days old, but it is still very fragrant." In the apocalypse, it would be a very happy thing to be able to eat a few fried peanuts, not to mention that these are fried and bigger than peanuts. tasty! 】After Xiao Ba took a few pills, he realized that An Jiu didn't seem to answer his question.

Looking at An Jiu again, he saw him holding up his hands, staring, not saying anything, and kept gesturing to the beans in his hand with his eyes.

"What are you doing? Didn't you give it to me?" Xiaoba clasped the bean bag in his hand, "You asked me if I would eat it, why did you regret it?"

"Then you should leave a few for me. We are no longer friends." An Jiu stretched out his free hand forward.

Xiaoba looked at the beans, then at the hand, and then placed a braised egg on it. "This one is big. Grandma made it."

An Jiu looked at the egg in his hand and had something dirty to say in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it when he looked at Xiao Ba.

Braised eggs are something that can be found in all the dining rooms and kitchenettes in the palace, and even in the pantry. Maybe the ones from those places are not as delicious as the ones made by Grandma Fu, but there are so many things that can’t stand up to this!

An Jiu decided not to worry about the eggs anymore. He couldn't grab them or beat them, so he just had to eat them.

As for Tong'an House, Anjiu told Xiaoba that it was a place for sick palace residents to live. The palace servants could not serve their masters when they were sick, and they would pass on their illness to others, so the sick people would be sent to Tong'an, where there were imperial doctors and people who specialized in taking care of them. Because it was close to Leng Palace, there was no fire, and there was no food, so Xiaoba never went there.

Xiaoba understood, isn’t this a hospital? If the master of the palace is rich and powerful, the doctor will come to see a doctor, and the palace people will send him to see the doctor.

In fact, there are some things that Anjiu didn't mention. There are imperial doctors in Tong'an Institute, but they are only for apprentices. There are people to take care of them, but they cost money, just like An'er. If there is someone outside to help her, it may be done soon. If he can recover, if there is no one, he may not even be able to take medicine. Whether he can survive or not depends on his fate.

Xiao Ba listened to An Jiu chatting a few more gossips about other people in the palace, and then saw the high-ranking little palace people walking towards here with lights in advance. She and her friends waved their hands and returned. By your own stove.

In the dining room, the food has been served. Maybe because of An'er's incident in the morning, everyone was a little unnatural. After the supervisors left, those who usually like to play fish and fish are extraordinarily honest today. No one dared to speak loudly, but many people secretly glanced at Xiaoba with their eyes from time to time.

As for Xiaoba, her current thoughts are all on the [Chess Shaobing] in her hand. Although the rest of the fresh beef was sent to the public kitchen of James's house, Grandma Fu was quick and saved what she wanted first, and made chess cakes early in the morning.

Except for what was sent to His Highness the Crown Prince this morning, the rest were left to Xiaoba.

Sitting next to the fire and eating chess piece sesame cakes, Xiaoba is now savoring the aroma of meat in the sesame cakes. He is mentally rating the salty sesame cakes filled with meat and the sweet sesame cakes filled with sugar. How can he care about whether they are Looking at myself.