Two quarters of an hour later, the concubines began to arrive one after another. Only the imperial concubine and the empress had not yet appeared.

Mint had already refilled Mo Xin's third cup of tea. Mo Xin couldn't help but eat three pieces of snacks, and secretly gave Mint two pieces, hoping that she would hide them and take them home to eat.

Mint is fourteen years old and is too thin. In her hometown, she is malnourished. She is only fourteen years old and is still a child. She needs to eat more.

Not to mention the palace, there are the most beauties. The most satisfying thing about participating in this kind of palace party is the critical attack of beauty. Looking at these Yingyingyanyan in the morning, the eyes are baptized, and the pain of not being able to sleep in is relieved.

alleviate.

Being an emperor was indeed a blessing, and Mo Xin couldn't help but envy him.

When everyone was tired of waiting for the tea and some of them ran to the palace, Aunt Ziqing came out with an apology on her face and said to everyone.

"The Empress was ill last night. She asked the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment, and she seemed to have improved, so she did not cancel today's morning meeting. However, the migraine just now became more serious, so I would like to ask all the masters to go back and rest. Today

It’s no longer appropriate for the empress to see people.”

"Yes. I hope that the empress is in good health, and I will take my leave." Everyone stood up and saluted, and answered neatly. Mo Xin was caught off guard, and a mouthful of snack dregs got stuck in his throat. He hurriedly knelt down and coughed twice.

Everyone is training really well.

Looking at everyone's expressions as usual, I knew that they were probably used to it. The Queen often releases pigeons, but she only announces the news after everyone has been sitting for a while. I don't know if this is just for Mo Xin.

Eat and drink well before driving people away...

The Imperial Concubine and her entourage were afraid that they would have received the news early, so they could not come directly.

After all, they had come all the way here after eating and drinking well, so Mo Xin decided to take Mint with him everywhere.

However, she made a small promise, and it was really tiring to have to bend down and squat down to salute everyone she saw.

So she took Mint and walked to remote places, trying to see a few leaders.

Mo Xin has never seen what the Old Summer Palace is like, but the scenery in the palace is pleasant, and all kinds of flowers and plants grow in abundance and beauty even in this winter.

Mo Xin is a common man and has little knowledge. He doesn't know most of the precious flowers and plants. He just thinks they are beautiful. When he sees them, he can't help but sigh that it would be nice to have a camera and he can draw. It's a pity that he has not ignited his artistic skills.

The warm sunshine in winter was very comfortable. She took Mint and sat down on the snow that had not yet melted by the frozen lake.

"You can't do that, little master. The snow is cold. You forgot that you are just recovered from your illness. You don't want to come back again, unless you don't save any money and want to take the bitter medicine." Mint didn't agree with his face. The little master always said

Doing unreliable things.

When I saw it snowing two months ago, I took her out to play in the snow regardless of her newly improved health.

How old are you, yet you are still so excited when you see snow?

Then I took the medicine for more than a month, and all the monthly supplements were used up. I didn’t have any money for extra food, so I was very hungry.

Mo Xin pouted unhappily, but the little girl kept a tight rein on her, and then started to dawdle. She was from the south, and had never seen snow before, so it was inevitable that she would not be able to resist the snow.

"Pfft." A child snickered while hiding behind the bushes.

Mint has quick eyes and quick hands, and he pulled the person out.

"Who are you?" Mo Xin asked curiously.

She had never seen a young eunuch in the palace so young. He was only about four or five years old. You could say he was a prince. There were no nuns or maids and eunuchs around him, and his clothes were wrinkled.

It's not as noble as a prince. Even the buttons are wrong. The shoes are one or two sizes too small and the heels can't fit in.

"Let me go." The child struggled in a low voice, desperately trying to avoid Mint's claws, but with the strength of a cat, he couldn't break free.

When Mo Xin came up to him, he was so frightened that he tried to hide with a pale face.

Seeing that he was almost crying due to fright, Mo Xin touched his face angrily and asked Mint unconfidently: "I look scary?"

Mint smiled from ear to ear.

Mo Xin was so angry that he snatched a piece of hawthorn cake from Mint's pocket and squatted in front of the child to seduce the child like a trafficker.

"Want to eat? If you want to eat, call me sister~"

The child's eyes were glued to the hawthorn cake when it appeared, and he swallowed hard.

"That's my little master~" Mint's accusation was invalid.

"Sister~" a crisp milky voice.

Before my sister could finish her words, the child's drool started to flow down to his chin, and a large, shiny drop of drool was about to flow onto his clothes.

"Ouch!" Mo Xin hurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped it, fearing that his drool would get on his clothes.

"Eat it, eat it." Mo Xin quickly stuffed the hawthorn cake to him. He was so greedy.

"Which palace are you from? Sister, please find someone to take you back."

The child held the hawthorn cake and slowly nibbled it in small bites like a little hamster. Listening to Mo Xin's words, he kept shaking his head without saying where it came from.

"Are you a prince?" Mo Xin still asked. If it were a prince or grandson, she would not dare to get close.

The child paused and shook his head.

"Then...are you a reserve servant in the palace or a relative of some palace?"

The child turned his back and ignored anyone, just immersed himself in eating.

"Okay, okay, then you eat slowly, sister is going back."

The sleeves were pulled, the child stuffed the cake into her mouth, covered her mouth with one hand to prevent it from being exposed, and grabbed Mo Xin with the other hand to prevent her from leaving.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Mint grabbed his back collar and tried to pull the child away.

"Let go of the mint." Mo Xin looked down at the child, squatted down and looked at him levelly, and said with a low smile: "I bought you with just one pastry. If you just leave it alone, I'll sell you in a minute."

"No, you can't." The child stared at her and rarely spoke.

Mo Xin touched his thin and dry hair, suddenly feeling a little distressed.

"Okay, then sister will make up a grasshopper as a gift for you, and then go home obediently. Sister can't afford to raise you. Sister can't even raise Little Mint anymore."

Mint murmured: "He is obviously my adopted little master..."

Mo Xin glared at Mint with no confidence.

After playing with the child for a while with a simple straw grasshopper, Mo Xin went back.

It would be troublesome for the child not to tell which palace he was from, so she handed him over to the aunt on duty nearby. The aunt obviously knew him and scolded him and told him not to run around.

The child was too timid to speak.

Mo Xin wanted her not to be cruel to the child, but she was afraid that asking for mercy would cause her aunt to be dissatisfied with the child, and it would be even worse to look at him where she couldn't see it, so she endured it.

Back at Cuizhuyuan, the cooled but still tempting chicken drumsticks did not make her feel happy.

If you are unhappy, the child is pitiful.
Chapter completed!