Miss arrogant straw bag

Chapter 1147
At night, Cui Wenkun walked into this small courtyard with a food box.

The yard is not big, and even a little rough. The ground is not pure bluestone bricks, and there are many places where the soil is completely exposed.

Autumn is here, the weather is dry, and the dust on the ground is blown up by the wind, fascinating people's eyes.

Such a place, not to mention letting Wu Sijie live in it before, even the huge palace may not find such a place.

Even if it is, the woodshed in Wu Sijie's palace and the yard where the servants live are hundreds of times stronger than this.

Cui Wenkun looked up and looked at the small room in front of him, leaning against the wall of the yard alone.

If he had to describe this place, what Cui Wenkun could only think of was—the sight was bleak.

There was a little smile on Cui Wenkun's lips, but this smile was definitely not friendly.

In this bloody dusk, there is an indescribable strangeness.

Without much thought, Cui Wenkun walked over.

However, Cui Wenkun took every step very slowly, as if to test the patience of the person in the house.

After much difficulty, Cui Wenkun finally came to the door of the room, and gently put his hand on the door panel.But he didn't push it open immediately, but looked left and right. After observing for a while, he pushed open the door and walked in quickly.

The faint light slightly illuminated the small room, and then fell into the boundless darkness.

"Wen Kun?" Wu Sijie's voice sounded in the darkness, and Cui Wenkun's figure was captured immediately. After all, he also stayed in the darkness for such a long time, and he has long been used to such light.

Cui Wenkun didn't get used to it, but stood by the door, and after waiting for a while, he could barely see the situation here, and called out in a low voice: "My lord."

"Is there any water?" Wu Sijie asked anxiously.

"I brought soup for the prince..." Before Cui Wenkun finished speaking, Wu Sijie interrupted impatiently, "Is there any water?"

"Yes." Cui Wenkun replied hastily.

Wu Sijie hurried over, stretched out his hand and said anxiously, "Give it to me."

Cui Wenkun hurriedly passed the kettle over.

Wu Sijie snatched it away, raised his head, and poured it in with a gulp.

Cui Wenkun looked a little scared, and quickly persuaded: "My lord, drink slowly, slow down."

After drinking half of the pot, Wu Sijie stopped, took a breath, wiped the water stains on his lips with his sleeve, and let out a long breath: "I'm thirsty."

Cui Wenkun asked strangely: "My lord, didn't you bring water for your lord when you came here at noon?"

"Isn't there enough to drink? Then the subordinate will bring some more next time." Cui Wenkun said with sincerity, he was indeed a conscientious subordinate.

Wu Sijie murmured a little embarrassedly: "I was knocked over without paying attention."

When Cui Wenkun heard this, he hurriedly looked for the reason on himself: "It's all the fault of my subordinates. Next time, my subordinates will pack it with a water bag."

When Wu Sijie heard this, he became more and more embarrassed.

He is a majestic prince, he can't even drink water properly, and even knocked it over, it's really shameful.

Cui Wenkun walked over, took a look, and asked in surprise: "My lord, why do you only eat steamed buns? Why don't you eat steamed buns? Don't you like them? Then next time this subordinate brings other things, what do you want to eat?"

(End of this chapter)