drink snow and ice

"You, come here."

The somewhat tricky-looking butler uncle pointed casually, and his mustache fluctuated weakly for a moment with his breath.

Five or six young women raised their eyes and met their gazes, and when the housekeeper shook his head slightly in response, they obediently lowered their heads and backed away in small steps.

Only Chu Yuanyuan was left. She looked around and pointed at herself in disbelief: "Me?"

She grabbed the oil-stained linen apron, moved her right hand behind her back to her body, and held a large pure copper spoon in her hand, and said in a coy and embarrassed tone, "But I'm a cook."

The little girl with greasy fingers looked out of place compared to the group of elegant and beautiful rich ladies beside her.

The housekeeper took a look at her, she was dull and colorless, her face was very round, her eyebrows and eyes were well formed, but no matter how she looked at her, she didn't stand out, she looked blunt and unintelligent.

He turned his eyes sideways, and his mustache was blown up and down: "That's right, it's you."

The eyeballs rolled half a circle, revealing a smile of unknown meaning: "You're lucky!"

Chu Yuanyuan is confused, can those who make up the number be directly selected?She was born short, one or two years older than the fourteen or five-year-old ladies beside her, but she was more immature than they looked.

Quiet Mimi looked around, good guy, everyone is much more beautiful than her.

Could it be that she is so mediocre that she stands out?

It's not like, she has been working in the palace for more than half a year, and the housekeeper has always been rumored to be a caring person who will repay every kindness and repay virtue with hatred.

She secretly tilted her head and glanced at the butler several times. It shouldn't be. Could it be that she beat the butler's daughter Chen Xiaoniu too lightly yesterday, and she didn't complain at all.

It's not like, if Chen Xiaoniuer is such a woman who understands righteousness, she won't be so angry every time she meets her.

"Hehe." The butler led her through several corridors and waterside pavilions, and finally came to the backyard.

The prince was young, and the sage pointed out that the princess was not in good health, and died of illness within a year of marriage, and did not even have a child left behind.

The backyard was empty, the carved corridor was exquisite and gorgeous, and the red paint was glowing with oily light, but Chu Yuanyuan felt desolate. She raised her head and faced the sky in all directions in the yard.

Not even a cloud.

She felt inexplicably withdrawn, the little girl squeezed the spoon tightly and scratched her head: "Shouldn't it be forgotten?"

Chu Yuanyuan frowned and scratched his head anxiously: "I'm just a cook, so I don't know how to serve the prince."

"Hush!" Steward Chen raised his skinny finger to his lips to signal her to keep silent: "You can't call His Highness a prince from now on."

He was as skinny as a rogue monkey, with his chin raised slightly and his toes proud and proud: "Last night, His Majesty granted His Highness the position in the East Palace. You should call His Highness His Highness the Crown Prince."

The slender triangular eyes rolled over, and he hummed softly in his throat: "Do you understand?"

yesterday?Yesterday was her birthday...

She sneakily cooked a bowl of longevity noodles in the small kitchen, put a golden poached egg on it, and cut two slices from the stewed pig's trotter that was exclusively for the prince, ah bah, His Royal Highness.

The smell is really delicious.

The little girl stood awkwardly in a bedroom that was as big as two or three small kitchens. She lowered her head and looked at the toes of her shoes. Hole.

The housekeeper walked around her twice, tsk-tsk: "Your life is good, girl, even if you say your life is bad."

"His Royal Highness has been a prince for so many years, but he was canonized last night. The Lord Tianjian said that there are lucky stars in the mansion. I still said who it is. If it wasn't for my Simin who said that you celebrated your birthday yesterday, I still can't find it." You are a lucky star!"

The words were polite, the tone was yin and yang, and after he finished speaking, he snorted again from his throat, as if phlegm was stuck in his mouth.

He stomped his feet, gave her a sideways glance, and left.

There is something tricky!

It's definitely tricky to be angry at this old man!

Chu Yuanyuan raised his head and looked at the furnishings in the room, the west wing room in the courtyard, the door is facing the sunlight, a very tall phoenix flower is planted in the courtyard, the red-hot flower is blooming.

The room seemed to have everything, the dressing table of nanmu wood, the bronze mirror was polished very finely, and the shadows of people were clearly seen.

Chu Yuanyuan had never seen such a clear mirror before, put down the copper spoon and walked over curiously, and was a little hesitant when sitting on the nanmu carved pumpkin stool.

She stayed in the kitchen all the time, and was still cooking before being called out by the housekeeper, shredded pork in sauce, sweet, watery and starchy, slightly transparent maroon soup wrapped in thin and even shredded pork, in the sun The lower part is almost glowing.

The coarse linen skirt was dirty with oil stains and soup.

The little girl sat down very carefully, the tip of her buttocks took up a little bit of the stool.

In the mirror, my own eyebrows are very light, mottled and messy, and although my eyes are big, they are lifeless, and I feel indescribably tired when I look at them.

Very bland face.

Such a person, how can He De live in such a house.

When she slept in the female servants' Datong shop in the mansion, she felt that the gods had mercy on her, but now the gods made a big joke on her.

She felt that the life in the mansion was different from the previous life of begging for a living.

Today God sneered again and told her what is sky and what is mud. Her previous life was not even as good as mud, she was just a scum.

Chu Yuanyuan immediately lost the mood to look in the mirror. A person like her, let alone standing in this room, would insult this precious bronze mirror even if she was reflected in the mirror.

The little girl bit her lip and found a pillow towel from the bed to cover the bronze mirror.

It's so inappropriate.

Chu Yuanyuan was so courageous that he opened the door directly to find the butler.

She is a cook, and she signed a serious female worker's document, not a contract of prostitution!

Do you say that if you ask me to be a concubine, I will be a concubine?

As soon as the door was opened, there was a gust of wind outside, and a few blood-red petals were rolled and smashed over, one on the shoulder and one on the left side of her face.

The petals were soft to the touch, as if someone's fingertips had gently landed on her face, reluctantly sliding from the eyes to the corners of the lips and then falling down.

Chu Yuanyuan lowered his eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met the nobleman.

Surrounded by butlers, the man stepped in from the outer courtyard. He was wearing a black robe with dark patterns woven with gold. He had a tall and straight figure, thin eyebrows, narrow and long shape, eyelashes falling straight down, and thin eyelids. He was very ruthless. Cold eyebrows.

When he saw Chu Yuanyuan, his pupils dilated for a moment, and soon returned to normal. He turned his head to look at Butler Chen, and the corners of his lips seemed to twitch a few times: "Is this the person you are looking for?"

The expression is very distasteful, as if he is saying that he only grows this virtue?

Chen Butler also frowned and looked at Chu Yuanyuan who was standing facing the light. The strong sunlight shone, hey, it looked even colder.

Chu Yuanyuan saw him leaning over and whispering a few words to the most honorable young man in the entire mansion. The young man's expression looked better, but he was still not happy.

The brows calmed down a bit, leaving only shallow ups and downs: "Can you grind ink?"

This sentence was said to Chu Yuanyuan.

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while. After thinking about it, it is not difficult. The inkstone and water can be grinded by hand.

This is not difficult, Chu Yuanyuan nodded very definitely.

This confidence disappeared without a trace when she poured half a bowl of water into the inkstone and Zhang Min's face became darker than ink.

"I..." She tilted her head to look at His Royal Highness's face, and swallowed: "How about I pour some out?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince glanced at her with a gloomy expression. There were inexplicable emotions in the clear and round eyeballs, and he hummed softly.

Chu Yuanyuan defined this expression as disgust.

Poured about half of the water very carefully, paused for a while, and looked at Zhang Min very blankly.

His Royal Highness took a long breath, then inhaled slowly, raised his hand to support his forehead, and spoke softly, as if he was tired of talking to her: "Keep pouring."

When there were only a few drops of water left in the inkstone, the man nodded slightly and said, "It's ok, let's grind the ink."

The correct way to sharpen the ink should be to hold the ink stick in the right hand, press the right wrist with the left hand, the ink stick is slightly inclined, and gently rotate in the smooth concave surface of the inkstone.

And Chu Yuanyuan rubbed the ink stick firmly in the inkstone, making a toothache sound of Clara Clara.

His Royal Highness's face was so dark that it was almost impossible to see. He looked at Chu Yuanyuan for a long time, but he held back and didn't say a word.

This is very precious Xuan ink, the color is like lacquer, and the gold powder is evenly mixed in it, which cannot be seen indoors, but the characters written with this ink outdoors will reflect very beautiful fine glitter.

One tael is worth a bucket of gold.

His Royal Highness wrote a few words casually in ink, and then waved his hand to tease Chu Yuanyuan to come over like a puppy, hugged him with his left hand very proudly, and picked up the wide sleeve like a cloud on his right: "Come and see, my How about the word."

Good guy!You don’t care about me, I don’t care about you. A chicken paw with ink on the paper looks better than this.

Demons dance.

Chu Yuanyuan grabbed himself fiercely, closed his eyes and began to boast: "Your Highness, the word Huai Su is alive, flamboyant and magnificent! It doesn't look like an ordinary character at first glance!!!"

The corners of His Highness's lips curled up uncontrollably, and he pressed it down several times. There was still a faint smile in his voice: "Then tell me, what did I write?"

The little girl opened her eyes at once, looked at the irrelevant words on the desk, and then looked at His Highness the Crown Prince who was pretending to be calm but whose eyes were full of quick words.

The two looked at each other for a while.

The smile finally faded completely, and the already sharp corners of his lips were pressed down, and the young man had already begun to have the appearance of a ruthless emperor in the future.

"Come on!" He turned the pen holder over to face Chu Yuanyuan, his voice was gnashing his teeth, and he felt the rustle of teeth rubbing several times: "Come and write a few words for me to see, I want to see it." How good is your calligraphy."

Chu Yuanyuan hesitated for a long time and dared not answer.

His Royal Highness coughed: "Go!"

The little girl took it immediately with a shiver, and took a long time to draw out a piece of paper to write down her name.

His Royal Highness looked at her, then at her writing, suppressed a smile, pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and put the two pieces of paper together.

A big chicken's paw is skimmed, and a small chicken's paw is skimmed.

Same ugly.

His Royal Highness just laughed, picked up her handwriting and looked at it carefully: "Your handwriting is uglier than mine!"

Chu Yuanyuan wanted to refute, but dared not.

He faltered and hummed.

Like a wronged little quail.

The author has something to say:

Because of some invisible habit, the author changed Zhang Chao and Zhang Min to father and son in Gufeng Fanwai. Hehehe