There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1414 The tile leak happens to rain overnight (7)
A faint sentence made Memo's face change drastically, and he was shocked in his heart.

That's right, how could she forget, even though she was abolished, she is also the daughter of the emperor's teacher.

If other concubines were thrown into the cold palace, that would be fine, but the daughter of the emperor's teacher is different. The emperor's teacher is the most respected person by the emperor, and the emperor will not listen to anyone. Power, it is easy to execute her.

If he lost his life because of this abolished empress, it wouldn't be worth it.

If she hurts the waste queen, the emperor will definitely know.

Thinking of this, Momo stopped and stopped embarrassing Yang Churuo, but his face was still grim, "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't embarrass you. If you dare to yell again, don't blame me for being rude."

"You haven't brought food and bedding here yet." Qing'er chased after him, the empress was very cold, if this continues, the empress would die of cold if she didn't starve to death.

"You can survive for five days. When my mother is in a good mood, she may even bring you food. Now, huh..." Meme sneered, turned and left, and the two guards behind him slammed the door tightly again Locked up and cut off from the world.

"My lady..."

"Forget it, even if they don't give you food, we won't starve to death. The food I cooked is probably ready, so I'll serve it to you." Yang Churuo comforted with a smile, patted Qing'er's head, He took her by the hand and came to the campfire.

It was only then that Qing'er saw that a fire had been set up here at some point, and a large pot was burning, and there was no idea what was cooking in the pot, and it was emitting steam.

"This is..." There is nothing here, where can I get food?Where did the pot come from?
"When I was cleaning the house today, I happened to see a big pot and a few broken bowls, so I cleaned them together. Fortunately, there is a well here, otherwise we might really starve to death here." While talking, Yang Churuo poured a bowl of soup for Qing'er, took advantage of the situation, and blew it for her until it was cold before handing it to her, "Eat it."

Qing'er took it, but saw that there were some grass roots and a few leaves in the bowl, which were obviously grass roots boiled from leaves.

She hasn't eaten for a few days, as long as she has something to eat, it's all delicacies from mountains and seas. Qing'er can't wait to drink it. After drinking, Qing'er immediately vomited it out, wrinkled her face, and pointed Grass roots in a bowl, "Your Majesty, I can't eat this, it's so bitter and astringent."

After finishing speaking, Qing'er saw Yang Churuo drinking grass root and leaf soup with relish, his appearance was almost the same as when he had a normal meal in Qinxiang Pavilion before.

Taking a closer look at the contents of her bowl, there is no difference from her bowl.

Qing'er's face turned red all of a sudden, and there were mixed emotions in her heart.

No matter how bad this thing is, the empress can drink it, what can she not drink, her life, can it be more honorable than the empress?
Pinching her nose, Qing'er gulped down abruptly.

He also said that she came to take care of the empress, and after she came to the cold palace, it was almost the empress who took care of her, and she was incompetent.

Before entering the palace, the Empress Dowager had to suffer so much that she was so indifferent. It makes me sad to think about it.

Yang Churuo glanced at Qing'er, and then ate everything in the bowl in one gulp, the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness.

In the past, when she was still at Lanling Terrace, there were grass roots and leaves to eat. For her, they were delicacies from mountains and seas. After three years in the Chu Palace, she got used to delicious food and wine. Now eating these is so bitter and unbearable. .

Under the bonfire, two figures, one white and one pink, were eating around the fire. They didn't have much to say to each other, so quiet that only the rustling of fallen leaves could be heard.

(End of this chapter)