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

An Muxi ate a steamed bun and grabbed the second one.

Butler Shi hurried in and was stunned for a moment when he saw Mu Xi sitting in front of the stove eating steamed buns. Then he glanced at the door vigilantly, quickly walked into the small kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, and said, "Princess, I secretly cooked two eggs for you!" After that, he picked up the spoon and scooped up the eggs.

"Oh, thank you, Butler Shi!" An Muxi took the egg without hesitation. This old butler had a promising future. He did not give him a dozen copper coins in vain yesterday. It seemed that he had wronged him just now.

Seeing An Muxi eating delicious food, Butler Shi hesitated for a moment, but still said it out loud.

"Princess, the prince has a leg disease and is in a bad mood. Please don't go against him!"

"He is always the first to pick a fight. Not only did he throw a towel into the basin and splash water all over me, he also mixed red beans and green beans together and asked me to choose. So being lame is the best punishment from God for him."

Butler Shi looked at the bowl of steamed buns that was much smaller, scratched his chest helplessly, and finally walked out of the small kitchen and headed towards the main room of Moyang Palace.

When he came out again, he had a set of white undershirt and trousers in his hands.

An Muxi tried his best to block out the miserable state of Prince Duan's body covered with red rashes, but he still retched. Finally, he threw two boiled eggs into the space and started playing with the little black dog in the yard.

After a long time, Prince Duan and Gu Qingzhou appeared at the door of Moyang Palace.

The two of them watched An Muxi and the little black dog having fun, and walked into the yard.

"Have you finished picking the beans?" a cold tone said.

"I've picked it all!"

An Muxi fixed his eyes on Prince Duan's face and found that his neck was red, his arms were wrapped in bandages, and a strong smell of medicine emanated from him. It seemed that Gu Qingzhou had applied medicine on him, and he deserved it. He had evil intentions.

Prince Duan looked at Dongfeng, who understood immediately and walked quickly into the house.

Gu Qingzhou also followed him into the house.

When they came out again, Dongfeng was carrying two bags, and Gu Qingzhou was holding the teacup that Prince Duan had just drunk water from. The teacup was wrapped in a handkerchief. It was over. The doctor knew that he had drugged the patient.

Prince Duan opened the two bags in confusion, reached in with his bandaged hand and stirred them, and sure enough, there was a bag of red beans and a bag of mung beans.

Looking up at Anmuxi, I always felt that the rolled meat was quite strange, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It would take an hour to pick all these beans.

Seeing that Prince Duan did not respond, Mu Xi picked up the little black dog and turned to walk towards the gate. If he stayed any longer, a fight would probably break out.

"Stop! Were you the one who drugged me just now?" A probing voice.

Mu Xi turned around quickly and said seriously, "The prince needs evidence to kill someone. How do you know that you saw me drugging you?" After that, he looked at Gu Qingzhou with unkindness in his eyes. If this doctor dared to talk nonsense, he would dig out his heart and liver.

"Qingzhou, how is it?" Prince Duan looked at Gu Qingzhou, hoping that he could produce favorable evidence.

Gu Qingzhou smiled awkwardly, "Your Highness, I will take this teacup back and study it carefully. According to my experience, there is currently no such powerful medicine in the Great Xia Kingdom!!!" He did not want the two masters to fight, because a fight would be really fatal.

"Hmph!" An Muxi picked up the little black dog, turned around and walked out of the gate of Moyang Palace. This Doctor Gu has a promising future and can get things done.

Staring at An Muxi's receding back, Prince Duan pursed his lips, with a helpless expression.

Mu Xi strolled around the palace with Xiao Hei in her arms. After walking for a long time, she found that the palace was frighteningly empty, especially those courtyards where no one lived. It was cold and deserted.

Suddenly, joyful voices were heard from the guards' yard.

"Godmother, measure me first, and then make my clothes."

"No, godmother, measure me first."

An Muxi walked quickly to the door and found that the guards in the yard were lined up in a row. Mrs. Wang was measuring An Yi's size with a ruler.

There were two little maids standing in front of the table, each holding a pair of large scissors, cutting a piece of navy blue cloth. Looking at another table, there was a pile of cloth, including white, black, and navy blue.

A sharp-eyed guard saw Mu Xi standing at the door and immediately bowed.

"princess!"

Everyone turned around at the same time, fixed their eyes on Mu Xi, and saluted respectfully.

The old lady Wang came over with a smile on her face, "Princess, I will measure the sizes of these children and make two new sets of clothes for them."

"Oh, the palace has money?" He asked in an inquiring tone. Why do servants make two sets of clothes at a time?

Everyone looked away. Everyone knew that the princess was in jail yesterday. She didn't even know that a pig was slaughtered in the mansion, let alone the food sent to the An Mansion.

The old woman laughed, "Princess, I have great skills. I am famous for making clothes and embroidering in Kyoto. If you need clothes made, just ask me."

"Okay," Mu Xi responded, and continued walking forward holding the little black dog. He didn't know how long he could stay in this palace. Maybe the cripple would come up with another tricky way to torture him.

Fortunately, Prince Duan didn't send any messages about An Muxi the whole afternoon. She wandered around the palace like an idle ghost. Later, she found that the palace was not poor. There were only four pens for chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep, and the rice, flour and oil were piled high in the warehouse. Maybe the lame prince just liked to live a hard life!

When he returned to the cell again, the sun had already set and An Muxi was sleeping on the stone bed like he did yesterday.