I was the best old lady in ancient times

Ning Pengpeng didn't give the court lady another chance to step on her hand, even though she never got off the ground after wearing it.

But she couldn't stand it because she had learned martial arts from Qingniang for so long, even if she wasn't a third-rate or fourth-rate master.

That's at least a bit of a three-legged cat. To deal with such a court lady who serves the concubine every day, it's like sprinkle water.

He reached out directly, grabbed the foot that the maid stepped on her hand, and pulled it hard.

There was only a scream, and the maid fell on her back.

With a click, the palace lady panicked and wanted to support the ground with her hands, but her slender arm, which could not bear the weight, broke immediately.

At this moment, the maids and eunuchs who were originally staying in the side courtyard and the palace maids and eunuchs in the imperial dining room all appeared one after another.

"This...isn't this He Cui from Lin Zhaorong Palace?"

"Who's that guy next to him?"

Everyone first set their eyes on He Cui, and when they heard her screaming again and again, those who were so clever rushed to report to Lin Zhaorong's palace.

Some of the rest of the people also turned their attention to Ning Pengpeng.

After all, this person doesn't look like a nanny in the palace, does he?
"What are you doing around here?"

Since this is the imperial dining room, it is naturally under the management of the imperial kitchen.

The maids and eunuchs in the kitchen all ran out to watch the excitement, so that no one responded in time when the master chef called for the dishes cooked in it.

So, the imperial chef ran out angrily, and yelled at the court ladies and eunuchs who were whispering.

Ning Pengpeng saw the person who ran out, holding a spoon in his hand, and immediately had a judgment on his identity.

"My lord chef, the lady is following His Majesty's orders to make the new vermicelli presented by Mr. Xie in the courtyard next to it.

However, Master Xie managed to get half of the ingredients, and made these vermicelli. Originally, there were more than a dozen bowls, but now, they were swept to the ground by this court lady.

If it is clean, there is only the point in the oiled paper bag left. When His Majesty asks, the woman does not know how to answer. "

Hearing Ning Pengpeng's words, the expression of the imperial chef who ran out suddenly changed drastically.

He couldn't help but look at the maid who was crying on the ground, and his heart skipped a beat.

After all, Lin Zhaorong was favored, so when He Cui went to the imperial dining room to bring Lin Zhaorong the freshest and best food.

Therefore, he naturally knew He Cui.

But what the old lady said just now, He Cui got all the fans who made it so hard, only the little in the oil paper bag.

If His Majesty finds out by then, I'm afraid Longyan will be furious, right?

After all, compared with the fans scattered all over the ground, there is not much in the oiled paper bag.

He Cui's hand was broken, the pain was really painful, but the yelling was really loud.

Originally, she thought that she must teach this old woman and that shameless vixen who seduced the emperor a lesson.

But now, hearing Ning Pengpeng's words, He Cui even forgot the pain of breaking her hand.

She stared dumbfounded at the old woman in front of her, in disbelief.

"How is it possible, you...you...you are the beauty that the emperor stayed in the palace before?"

As soon as He Cui said this, she wanted to slap herself with her unbroken hand.

If what the old woman said just now is not true, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

So, it must be true.

Thinking of this, He Cui secretly groaned, that rumor really killed her!

Originally, she just wanted to help Lin Zhaorong vent her anger.

Unexpectedly, he kicked the iron plate.

"This girl, when the peasant woman was young, was indeed worthy of the word "beauty".

But now that she is so old, she is already a grandmother, so she dare not take this word.

In addition, a girl's praise of a woman's beauty is a girl's praise, and one yard is one yard.

Most of the fans that His Majesty asked the women to make were destroyed by the girl. The girl said, what is the crime? "

He Cui held his breath in his heart when he heard these words, his face turned pale.

Lin Zhaorong's close confidant He Bi, who had rushed here along with the reporter, heard Ning Pengpeng's words, and immediately swallowed the words.

Unexpectedly, He Cui actually caused such a disaster, Lin Zhaorong must not be blamed.

So, before He Cui could figure out a solution, He Bi took a step forward.

Facing Ning Pengpeng who was full of anger, he blessed Fu's body, and then said.

"This old lady, although this He Cui is a second-class court lady of Yunshui Palace, she is only responsible for helping Lin Zhaorong to get food from the imperial dining room.

Unexpectedly, this lowly servant girl, without telling the truth to her master, was arrogant and domineering outside, embarrassing Empress Zhaorong.

Empress Zhaorong will definitely give you an explanation for how she treated you.

Come, tie up this lowly servant girl with her mouth covered, and hand it over to Empress Zhaorong. "

As soon as He Bi's words fell, the court lady and eunuch stepped forward, covering their mouths, and tying ropes.

He Cui was not given a chance to react at all, and when she reacted, she wanted to shout for help, but she could only make a whining sound.

When Ning Pengpeng saw that they had caused trouble, she wanted to slap her ass and leave. How could such a good thing happen?
If this person is really taken away, what can he use to block the emperor's mouth and anger after he is killed?

"Wait a minute, girl, women are just ordinary people outside the palace, and they don't even know the Empress Zhaorong you're talking about.

Therefore, the women don't understand what you are telling the women now.

The women only know that this girl on the ground has pissed off the fan I finally made.

Now that the fan is damaged, the woman can only seek compensation from the person who damaged it, or ask His Majesty to decide how to deal with this matter in front of His Majesty.

Now you just leave this sentence and let Empress Zhaorong handle it. Is it possible that the Empress Zhaorong you mentioned is older than Your Majesty? "

Ning Pengpeng took a step forward to prevent those court ladies and eunuchs from trying to pull He Cui away, and said to He Bi with a straight face.

He Bi's expression changed drastically when she heard Ning Pengpeng's big hat being buttoned down.

If this word reaches His Majesty's ears, not to mention her, even Empress Zhaorong will probably suffer.

Originally, she planned to find a way to make He Cui unable to speak after helping He Cui leave, so that she would not talk nonsense in front of His Majesty.

Now being disturbed by this old lady, if I still want to pull Hecui away, wouldn't that be the same as telling everyone that Lady Zhaorong disrespected His Majesty?

She fell into a dilemma all of a sudden, her whole body froze on the spot, and the sweat on her forehead couldn't help but secrete.

"Master Yuchu, now that something like this has happened, the remaining fans probably won't be able to make a few bowls.

How about I trouble you to tell His Majesty how to deal with this matter? "

Ning Pengpeng didn't care about He Bi's sweaty face, and turned around directly, and said to the chef.

In this matter, in fact, there are thousands of words and ten thousand words, as long as His Majesty does not blame him, it will be fine at all.

Of course, if His Majesty blames her, she can't take the place of the dead ghost.

Jiageng finally wrote it out, okay, do you still have the monthly pass?If there is, I will work harder tomorrow on February [-]~ Hehe!