The fake imperial concubine was spoiled by the Six Palaces

Chapter 117

Su Weiqing had no interest in listening to these, and only nodded perfunctorily.

Seeing that she was not interested, Qingxue didn't say anything else. She neatly tied a bun for her, inserted a hosta, and chose a moon-white embroidered dress for her.

It's a pity that it got stuck when it got to the stomach.

The atmosphere was a little awkward all of a sudden, but fortunately only Qingxue was with her and no one was around, so she didn't feel too embarrassed.

Su lightly cleared her throat, and asked Qingxue to change into another dress.

Qingxue took a peek at Su's stomach, which she was holding gently, and then looked away to pick out another skirt.

This time, Qingxue chose a long lake green dress.

The skirt is rolled with gold thread and silver thread, which looks extraordinarily elegant. There is a milky white girdle around the waist of the skirt, and many pearls are inlaid on the girdle, which emits a charming light against the candlelight.

Although the skirt is lake green, it has a simple solemnity. Compared with emerald green, it looks more solemn.

The palace servant came in with the dinner, and when Su smelled the fragrance lightly, how could he care about the dress?
Sure enough, the back chef roasted several more pheasants, and set up a table, Qingxue saw it, worried that Su Qingqing would not be able to finish it, "Niang Niang, will it be too much for you to eat alone?"

Although Qingxue knew that her mother loved to eat meat, how could she finish such a big table of wild game by herself?
Su Qingqing couldn't wait to sit down, picked up the chopsticks, and said disapprovingly: "Not much, just right."

Taking advantage of the absence of Nanny Zhang and Qi Huai, Su Qingqing directly tore off a piece of chicken with his hands and put it in his mouth, it was crispy and tender.

Su gently swayed left and right, holding the chicken wing in his left hand and the drumstick in his right hand.

I was greedy for Qingxue, and swallowed hard.

When Nanny Zhang arrived, Su Qingqing ate two roast chickens by herself.

Stepping into the felt bag, Madam Zhang smelled a strong fragrance, and she couldn't help frowning.

When I walked in and took a look, I saw that my mother's two little meaty hands were covered with oil.

Some were also stained on her face and sleeves, and the oil stains left oily marks on her clean and flawless skin.

My own mother didn't care, and kept stuffing meat into her mouth.

Nanny Zhang walked over, picked up the handkerchief, and gently wiped Su's greasy little paws and face, and said in a reproachful tone, "How can you eat it all over the place?"

I always feel that the empress is going back more and more, like a child, it makes people worry about everything.

Su Qingqing was eating happily, didn't hear what Zhang Nanny said clearly, only knew that Zhang Nanny wiped her hands and hindered her from eating, so she raised her little head to look at Zhang Nanny dissatisfiedly, and asked: " What's the matter? My palace is eating."

"How can the empress grab something to eat?" Zhang Nanny looked at Su Qingqing's dirty little hands, and couldn't help complaining.

Su Qingqing waved her little hand nonchalantly, continued to nibble on the chicken leg, and said disapprovingly: "It's dirty, it's just a little oily."

And it's even more delicious if you eat it by yourself.

Nanny Zhang had no choice but to let Su Qingqing go.

During Su Qingqing's meal, Madam Zhang's frown never relaxed, for fear that the emperor would come over and see the empress gobbling.

Unknowingly, Su lightly finished a table of meals.

The closer to winter, the better the appetite, Su Qingqing couldn't control her mouth.

Cleaning his hands, looking at the empty plates piled high on the table, Su gently rubbed his stomach in embarrassment.

The moon has risen, and the bright moonlight is falling through the curtain into the felt bag.

The candle in the felt bag was also half burnt.

(End of this chapter)