I picked up the villain beauty

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Mulan brought up the bowls and chopsticks.

But when eating, Mu Si picked up the chopsticks, ate some rice casually, chewing slowly.After not eating for a long time, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, raised his eyes and said, "I'm full."

Seeing that there was more than half a bowl of rice left in his bowl, Mulan sighed and said, "Are you really full? I don't think you have eaten much. Is it because my cooking is salty?"

"I don't want to eat." Mu Si lowered her head, her hair hanging down her face and covering her eyes.

The rice grains are dry and hard, not as soft as those in the palace.The chicken soup was greasy and hard to drink.

Even in war, he brought his royal chef to improve the food in the army.

Mulan also put down the bowl and chopsticks, and her thoughts drifted away.

"Sisi, maybe it's because you are a maid of a rich family. You never cared about food. Maybe you never experienced famine."

Musi's eyelashes moved slightly, looking at Mulan's profile in a daze.

"When I was seven years old, I still didn't understand anything. I don't know what happened, the trees around me began to lose their vitality, and even the flowers didn't bloom. There were big cracks on the ground. Those who used to love to laugh People became sad, the chickens and dogs raised in the village began to disappear, and the bark on the trees gradually became bald. Everyone's eyes began to look different."

Seeing that Musi was silent, Mulan smiled and continued.

"Later, there were fewer and fewer children in the village. Everyone was hungry and thirsty, until one time I heard Uncle Li and my father quarreling. My mother hugged me to keep me from making a sound."

"When I grew up, I realized that the village has always had the bad habit of exchanging children for food." Mulan stared into Musi's shocked eyes.Look faint.

"My father would rather starve to death than do this." Mulan met his gaze, "You may not understand that a grain of rice now is something that you will not be able to eat if you are so hungry in the future. Because you don't know what to eat. What will happen one day."

There was silence in Mu Si's eyes. In the past, he only knew how to step on other people's corpses and use false masks to disguise himself in the cold palace. There were endless intrigues, and there was no deviation of an inch.

Now he has only a half-knowledge of people's livelihood.It's really ridiculous. I have read sage books for more than ten years, but what I really know is what I heard from a rural girl.

Slowly holding up the bowl with both hands, chewing grains of rice finely, swallowing it as if the scalding heat flowed slowly from the intestines and stomach into the stomach, converging into a piece of fiery magma surging in front of the chest.

This time, he felt that the death might really not be a bad thing.

Nine turns of the corridor in the palace, a group of servants in Tsing Yi bent down and walked forward respectfully.

A man in a black robe walked along the long corridor, walking slowly but vigorously, with a crown of black hair and fine pearls embedded in the crown.

Seeing him bowing his knees and saluting, the attendants in the group said in unison: "I pay my respects to King Heqing."

Tuoba Yu waved his hand, signaled to stand up, and said to Zhang Hetian, the team leader: "Eunuch Zhang, seeing the sky getting hotter and hotter, there are so many official duties, I am afraid that the emperor's anxiety may hurt his body, please take care of him more attentively."

There was a respectful smile on Zhang Hetian's face, and his eyes flickered slightly: "This old slave will obey the prince's order, but the emperor is really in a bad mood today."

Tuoba Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and elongated his tone: "Oh?"

Zhang Hetian leaned over to his ear and said, "It seems to be related to the prince."

At the end of the sentence, Zhang Hetian glanced at the sky: "It's getting late, and this old servant will leave now."

Watching the group of people gradually go away, Tuoba Yu's lips curled up slightly, his face was calm, and he waved his sleeves and strode towards Weiyang Palace.

The sunlight fell on the glazed tiles, refracting bright rays of light, stepping up the steps step by step, Tuoba Yu heard a shock just as he entered the palace.

"Bastard!"

There was a man kneeling under the steps of the temple, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a black robe with a gold thread, and his long hair was tied high.

The facial features are ordinary, and the fundus of the eyes is faintly shining.

He said anxiously in his tone: "Father! Brother Wang has been away from the palace for half a month. If Brother Wang can't think about it and something happens..."

With a crisp sound, a jade porcelain cup was shattered on the ground.