wear it lord god

Chapter 2425 Waste Princess 13

With fine salt and MSG, fish porridge was cooked the next day. The fish meat was deboned, made into fish paste, and scraped into the boiling porridge.

As a result, the Queen Mother was not satisfied with just one bowl, so she drank the entire pot of porridge, which was estimated to be two and a half bowls.

The Queen Mother was overjoyed and ordered someone to give her the half box of silk flowers that had just been delivered.

Xining pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Grandma has already given Moer a lot of rewards. Moer dare not accept any more. As long as Grandma can eat well, Moer will be very happy."

I still want to hold on to your big thick legs. You have told so many lies that you even believe them to be true, let alone others.

"I am old and cannot wear those flowers. It is better for little girls to wear them. On weekdays, I either give them away as rewards or put them on the table or in a small vase to look at." The Queen Mother then ordered Ziling to bring the bottle from the inner room and gave it to her.

As expected, there were two silk flowers in the vase, probably from last year, not as colorful as the new ones. This tiny vase was made of white pottery. With the current level of craftsmanship, only the royal family and nobles could make such a small vase.

"Thank you, Grandma!" Xining couldn't let it go. If it was sold outside, it would be worth at least three or five taels of silver. If it were sold in a modern auction house, it would be worth several million.

I picked up the heavy food box and went back happily. It was another harvest day.

"Beat, beat, beat you to death!" There was chaos in front.

Xining felt something was wrong and quickened his pace. Sure enough, the proton was being hit.

He held his head in his hands, curled up, and endured the punches and kicks falling on his body.

Madam Jiang Shu's only son, Sixth Master Chong. The one who beat him was a companion student of the same age. Although he was only 11 or 12 years old, he was a boy and had no sense of restraint.

It's so pitiful. Generally, hostages from various countries are chosen to be neither too young nor too young, between seven and thirteen years old. On the one hand, they are young and easier to control; on the other hand, it is very normal for children to die in this era. A disease or diarrhea can cause death.

I was thinking about how to save him. This is no joke. It's not like in the TV series that you can just shout "Stop" and then give a righteous lecture. In the face of absolute power, that's courting death.

Master Zhong saw her first, after all, everyone else here had avoided her and was unable to hide. She was the only one standing there watching.

Out of courtesy, she bowed her head slightly and greeted him, "Sixth Brother."

"It's you!" Master Zhong sneered, "A bastard born to a lowly maid, you called me Sixth Brother?"

"Oh~" She raised her arms and saluted politely: "Princess Mo greets Master Zhong."

Chun'er behind him also quickly put down the food box and knelt down to pay his respects.

In the palace, the name comes before the position, but outside, it comes after. If the owner is honored, it is Princess Mo.

The sound of "Princess Mo" made Master Zhong's eyebrows jump. Sure enough, the Fourteenth Princess turned to the side and said, "Who is this person? Why don't you greet me when you see me?"

The tutor who was beating the boy only stopped temporarily, probably because he was tired. He turned around and saluted, panting: "Eldest son Ji Nan greets Princess Mo."

The eldest son is the son of a senior official. Under the monarch, there are three levels: minister, senior official, and scholar. Senior officials are hereditary and have fiefs.

Ji was the surname of the Zhou emperor and also the surname of the Liang state, which proves that this doctor was a descendant of the royal families of Zhou and Liang, but his bloodline had been passed down for three generations, otherwise he would have called himself Gongsun.

"Princess Mo is wearing my second sister's clothes. They seem to fit her well." Master Chong said with a wry smile that was filled with deep malice.

"Thank you, Madam Jiang Shu, my stepmother." Xining replied indifferently. Whether it fits or not, it was given by your mother. It would be embarrassing for a stepmother to let her daughter wear old clothes. Master Zhong probably didn't hear it, or he heard it but pretended to be stupid: "This is what my second sister wore when she was seven years old. Princess Mo seems to be nine years old this year. After all, she was born to a lowly maid, short and thin, and can't be used for a big job."

In this world, being tall and strong is considered beautiful, and it is best for a man to be over eight feet tall. However, slaves are often short and thin due to lack of food and clothing. Unless they are descendants of nobles who have committed crimes, it is difficult for them to grow to a height of over 1.8 meters.

Xining smiled and said, "So the Queen Mother asked me to go to her place for dinner every day. After all, I am my father's child. My father is handsome and hopes that I can be like him. Not only do I have steamed buns and porridge to fill my stomach, but I also have fish and meat for every meal. In just a few days, I feel that I have grown taller. Sir Zhong, can you see if I am taller than I was at the family dinner last time?"

The Queen Mother and the family banquet will surely make this naughty child spoiled by Madam Jiang Shu understand that if he has annoyed his sister, he can go to the Queen Mother and file a complaint. I will punish your mother by making her kneel in the ancestral temple for a few more days, and then confine her to house arrest for an additional month after she comes out.

“Don’t scare me with that old woman!” Young Master Zhong sneered. He looked quite nice, but his expression was so sinister. “The palace belongs to the Jiang family now. If you want to please them, do it now. I don’t know how many years this old woman can live. Ji Nan, let’s go!”

He walked away proudly with his eldest son Ji Nan, walking with a swagger and looking like a dandy.

Xining was stunned. What a fool. Fighting with such a guy would simply lower his IQ. He basically didn't use his brain, gave up on technology, and relied on his status to attack physically.

She was born to a lowly maid, and he himself was born to a concubine, so no matter how precious he was, he could not compare to the legitimate prince. In order to stop the gossips of the world, the King of Liang often played the role of loving mother and filial son with the Queen Mother. How dare you, a bastard, say that the Queen Mother is an old woman who will not live for many years.

Let's take care of the person on the ground first. I went over to take a look and saw that he was unconscious.

Xinyi, the kitchen steward, was pulled over by Chun'er. She looked miserable as soon as she saw him. "Oh, Princess Mo, this man should be looking for a doctor. Why is he looking for me?"

Xining was also helpless: "Chun'er and I didn't have enough strength to move him. It took us a long time to drag him here."

Lying under the shade of the tree, looking at the small bodies of the master and servant, they felt really embarrassed.

"I don't know where this guy lives. Even if we know where he lives, it's either a sheepfold or a horse stable." Xinyi squatted down, got closer and sniffed with her nose: "Yes, it's a horse stable."

Stables... Is the quality of life of protons so bad? Once again, Xining was shocked. Who told the host to be half-dead from hunger all day long, no one taught him and no one cared about him, and he knew very little about the affairs of the palace.

"How do we heal the wounds in the stable?" Xining frowned. "Send them to me first. I'll go to the Queen Mother and try."

"You're bothering the Queen Mother with such a small matter? Princess, you've just had a good life for two days and you're already bored." Xinyi looked at the poor guy who was beaten and swollen, sighed, and turned around: "Come, put it on my back, and go to my place first."

Xining and Chun'er hurriedly helped the hostage onto Xinyi's back and walked with Xinyi.

Xinyi carried the man to a room with firewood, where there was a bed made of straw and a straw mat on top. After putting the man down, he went to the side to find two medicine bottles and helped the proton undress.

Xining asked Chun'er to bring a basin of water.

When he took off his clothes, his chest was exposed with ribs all over it. There were bruises all over it, new wounds on top of old ones, and there was almost no healthy skin left.

"That was a really brutal beating." Xinyi shook her head.

Xining opened the medicine bottles and sniffed them. One bottle was for treating bruises and the other was for healing wounds. "The medicines are quite complete."

"Of course." Xinyi paused, with a hint of sadness: "It's not easy to work in the palace. From time to time, you will be punished and locked in the woodshed and starved, so I prepared some medicine here. Have you eaten it? There are also some cakes and water hidden here."

Xining...