Pretty Fox: Misunderstood His Royal Highness

Chapter 533
After two days of calm, and then the third night, the situation appeared.

In the evening, Mother Rong went to the kitchen and personally made stewed bird's nest with sweet-scented osmanthus for Yuan Qingluo and Ye Qiqi.Then, Mother Rong delivered two bowls of stewed bird's nest with sweet-scented osmanthus to their room.

Bird's nest is the nest of swallows.But it is not the nest of ordinary swallows, but the nest of a special kind of swiftlet, swiftlet.

The swiftlet is a migratory bird.Before laying eggs, it has to fly over the sea and high altitude every day, through clouds and fog, suck rain and dew, and eat insects, fresh moss, seaweed, soft plant fibers and other food.Then after being digested, it goes into steep, cool, high-altitude cliff cracks, or deep in caves, spits, and mixes feathers to cement the bird's nest.

People take this kind of bird's nest, and after refining and selection, it becomes bird's nest, which is called "rare and famous medicine".

Mother Rong said with a smile on her face: "Your Highness, Wangfei, eat a bowl of stewed bird's nest with sweet-scented osmanthus before going to bed. It will nourish your body. It will not only nourish your qi and blood, but also nourish your lungs and beauty." Then she said: "Your Highness, Wangfei, Eat it while it's hot. In such a cold day, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Yuan Qingluo glanced at it and stomped his foot: "I don't like food, take it away!"

Mother Rong still smiled: "Your Highness Six, this old slave remembers that you liked to eat this when you were a child, and this old slave often stewed it for His Royal Highness himself. Why don't you like it now?"

Yuan Qingluo stomped his feet again and continued to lose his temper: "I don't like your stew!"

Mother Rong was reluctant, looked at Ye Qiqi as if asking for help, and murmured: "Princess, this old slave worked so hard for you and His Highness the Sixth Highness, but—"

Ye Qiqi didn't have much interest in this "rare and famous medicine". He felt that it was sweet and slippery, fragrant and greasy, neither delicious nor unpalatable.Since mother Rong worked so hard to make it for them, it doesn't matter if they eat it.So I took a bowl of stewed bird's nest with sweet-scented osmanthus, and ate it three times.

Seeing Ye Qiqi eat it, Yuan Qingluo picked up his bowl of stewed bird's nest with sweet-scented osmanthus, and ate it quickly.

A strange smile flashed across Rong's mother's face.She said with a smile: "Sixth Highness and Sixth Princess, it's getting late, you guys should go to rest early. This old slave is retiring."

She took the empty bowl and left, and locked the door behind her.

Ye Qiqi felt that Rong's mother was weird, but she couldn't explain what was wrong.Then he shook his head, not thinking about it anymore.She stretched her waist: "Sleep." After stretching, she walked to the bed, hugged a quilt like she did every night, and threw it on the floor.

Yuan Qingluo also stretched, yawned and said: "Sleep." Just about to climb into bed, after thinking about it, he turned his head again: "Ye Qiqi, why don't you sleep on the bed tonight and I'll sleep on the floor. The bed is warmer."

Ye Qiqi giggled: "No, I still like to sleep on the floor. The floor is big, and I won't worry about being thrown out of bed after tossing and turning."

Yuan Qingluo blinked and asked innocently: "Have you ever been thrown out of bed?"

Ye Qiqi pursed her lips and smiled: "Yeah, once I fell off the bed and hit you."

Yuan Qingluo was bewildered: "Really? Why can't I remember this?"

Ye Qiqi said: "You can't remember it now, but you will remember it later."

Yuan Qingluo said: "Oh, really?" As he said that, he climbed onto the bed, took off his coat, and got under the quilt.

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(End of this chapter)