After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

Damn, there is not a single good person in this palace. An Muxi kicked the door hard, turned around, and saw a black shadow floating over, dodging quickly.

"Snap," the whip hit the door, making a crisp sound.

"Are you going to be picky or not?" Prince Duan shouted angrily, raised his hand, and swung out another whip.

An Muxi dodged again and stood in a corner. He estimated with his eyes that the diagonal line was out of reach this time.

But Prince Duan stood up with difficulty and swung the whip again.

An Muxi quickly jumped onto the windowsill, but his butt was severely whipped.

"Oh, it hurts so much!" Mu Xi rubbed her butt, tears almost falling. She turned around and saw the lame prince staring at her coldly, with no mercy in his dark eyes.

Seeing Muxi being bullied, the little black dog started barking at Prince Duan.

Seeing that the whip was about to hit him again, An Muxi immediately begged for mercy, "Prince, don't hit me, don't hit me, I'll pick it!"

"Then come down."

An Muxi jumped out of the window, looked vigilantly at the whip in Prince Duan's hand, walked in front of Prince Duan, picked up the bag, took a few steps back, and put it on the table.

"Pick it on the ground!"

"Okay, pick it on the ground, just hope the prince doesn't whip me!" Damn it, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, but this paralytic will make him lame for life.

An Muxi squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of beans, picked out the red beans, and threw them into another bag. He picked one and muttered, "Eighth Prince, wild turtle, Eighth Prince, wild turtle!"

Prince Duan moved to the wheelchair, turned the wheelchair to the table, picked up a steamed bun, threw it hard, and the steamed bun bounced in front of Mu Xi.

Looking at the snow-white steamed buns, An Muxi seemed to be blind. He moved towards the door with the bag. He would not eat them even if he starved to death. What was the difference between this and feeding a dog? He knew that this man had bad intentions.

Seeing the steamed bun on the ground, the little black dog ran over quickly, picked up the steamed bun, ran under the chair and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"You're quite courageous. If you want to run away this time, I'll order people to throw you out of the gate and let the Sun family take you away." After saying that, he picked up a steamed bun and took a big bite. It looked like he was not biting the bun, but An Muxi's flesh and blood.

An Muxi carried the bag back to its original position and continued to pick beans, cursing Prince Duan's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. If his old father knew that he was abused by the cripple after entering the palace, he would probably regret it so much.

Suddenly thinking of something, Mu Xi reached into the bag, used his mind to move the red beans into space, and then moved them to another bag. Haha, with this method, he could quickly pick out 10,000 kilograms of beans.

"Knock knock knock!" There's knock on the door.

"Your Highness, some tea!" Butler Shi's voice came.

Mu Xi stood up and waited at the door, "Your Majesty, I'll serve you!" Humph, his chance for revenge has come.

Seeing this idiot whose attitude had changed 180 degrees, Prince Duan snorted, put down his chopsticks, and grasped the whip handle, "Come in."

Butler Shi walked into the room and saw An Muxi's messy hair. He smiled awkwardly and handed the tray in his hand to Muxi. Dongfeng said just now that the two masters had fought again, but it seemed that no one was injured, which was good.

Mu Xi took the tray, took out the itching powder from the space, quickly applied it on the teacup, then turned around and placed it on Prince Duan's table.

Prince Duan looked at An Muxi's calm eyes without thinking much. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, took a sip, picked up the chopsticks and continued eating.

But immediately after eating two eggs, my big palm started to itch, and finally my whole arm felt itchy. I rubbed it with my other big palm, and then both hands started to itch.

"East Wind!"

The door was opened with great force. "My Lord, what happened?"

An Muxi's heart was filled with joy. He turned his head, gathered his emotions for a moment, and showed a concerned expression.

"Please ask me to find Doctor Gu!" An urgent voice said.

Dongfeng pushed Prince Duan out quickly. Before they walked out of the house, they heard Prince Duan's suppressed groan.

Hearing this noise, he felt red rashes on both of his arms. An Muxi laughed silently while lying on the bag. It’s useless to try to show off to me these days. I would feel sorry for myself if I didn’t make him itch for three days and three nights.

The little black dog finished eating the steamed buns and came out from under the chair. His two big black eyes were filled with joy.

Mu Xi fondly stroked the black dog's nose and said, "You are the most humane person in this palace!" After that, he stood up, walked out of Moyang Palace, and inspected the furnishings in the courtyard.

I found that there were houses on both sides of the main house. I walked closer and took a closer look. On the left was the room where Dongfeng and others lived, and on the right was a small kitchen.

I walked into the small kitchen. The room was not big. There were neatly arranged firewood on the back wall. There were rice, flour, oil and a basket on the vegetable shelf. There were six eggs in the basket. Hey, why are there only six eggs? Butler Shi clearly bought ten yesterday, and that lame prince just ate two. Did the old butler steal some?

Mu Xi continued to patrol with doubts. When he walked to the stove, he found a basin on the stove. He opened the basin and found big steamed buns inside.

He threw four big steamed buns into the space, then grabbed one and took a bite without hesitation. He had finished picking the beans, so eating was a natural thing for him to do.

After some further searching, he found a jar of pickled cucumbers on the vegetable shelf. He took out a small cucumber, sealed it, and sat on a chair in front of the stove to eat it.

I just bit into a salty cucumber and immediately spit it out. It’s not a pickle, it’s just salt.

Why is this prince so poor? His breakfast is worse than the original owner's.

There are at least four kinds of meals in the morning at the An Mansion, either bird's nest, dumplings, egg custard, or at worst various small cakes. This poor prince does not even live as well as the original owner.