The quiet life of a princess

Chapter 69 Three missing one (1)

Of course, AhZi and AhZhu looked bewildered.

In the next month, I was drawing pictures and sending them out for production. Because of the lack of ancient equipment, I asked a carpenter to help.

It was here that Liu Yiting discovered that Ah Zhu had very good painting skills.

Two busy and fulfilling months have passed, and Liu Yiting's life is quite nourishing, but she has forgotten that she still has a prince and husband, Xia Chenxi.

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lotus courtyard.

The weather in October is still warm as spring.

Liu Yiting's eyes were in a trance, her face was pressed against the table, one arm was dangling under the table, and the other hand was randomly playing with wooden mahjong, stacking them one by one to build a fortress, which always collapsed in the end due to being too high.

"Alas!" She sighed, and posed again.

"Miss, must four people be able to play this mahjong?" Ah Zi sat on the side, earnestly embroidering two ducks, which are more culturally called mandarin ducks.

After more than two months, Ah Zi and Ah Zhu have gotten used to Liu Yiting's way of life.Casually, not sticking to small details, so except for the three people who have not changed much in their titles, the rest are no longer distinguished as masters and servants.

Liu Yiting can sleep with a tree trunk in her arms for a few days, or she can be obsessed with a new thing for a few days - such as making mahjong tiles.But she hardly has contact with strangers, as if deliberately avoiding human interaction, just living happily in her own small world.

"Mahjong with three missing one is so boring." Liu Yiting said weakly, three people can't play, or it's not as fun as four people.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak".A'Zhu walked in coldly, carrying tremella and lotus seed soup.

Ah Zi smiled sweetly at her, and called out: "Sister Ah Zhu."

Liu Yiting rested her chin on the table, her eyes followed Ah Zhu's movements.

A'Zhu brought the white fungus and lotus seed soup in front of her, and then cleaned up the scattered mahjong tiles on the table.

After stirring the hot lotus seed soup with a spoon twice, he said weakly: "Ah Zhu, I'm bored, my chest is tight, I'm empty, I'm lonely, the whole world seems to have stopped, I'm about to die of depression."

(End of this chapter)