"Aunt." An Jiu called out with a smile.

Aunt Qu looked at her and asked, "Why are you here?"

Your Majesty stayed overnight at Xiaojiu's place yesterday, right? Xiaojiu won't get up late...

In the past, the ladies in the palace would get up late after enjoying the emperor's love, and would look very weak, pretending to be very tired, in order to prove that the emperor was very brave.

녦In fact, the emperor was not brave.

Something that all women know...

It's just that we all pretend together...

This little nine is great, you should also pretend, otherwise His Majesty will lose face.

An Jiu smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, and I thought I haven't made breakfast for a long time, so I made breakfast for your Majesty."

Aunt Qu was very pleased: "You have one too."

An Jiu was very panicked.

Last night, she gave the pink dress to the tyrant, and the tyrant was very happy. An Jiu asked him why he liked pink, and he said that his mother loved to wear pink.

An Jiu loved the child so she tied his favorite bow on him.

Then the two of them soon felt sleepy. Before going to bed, she asked the tyrant to take off the clothes, but the tyrant refused. He liked it very much. From childhood to adulthood, he had never been so happy. Wearing pink clothes, covered with a pink quilt, everything around him was pink, just like his mother wearing a pink dress to accompany him.

An Jiu thought, she should tell the emperor in the morning. Even if she didn't tell him, the emperor would see it. However...

The emperor was so busy being angry that he didn't notice it, and An Jiu also forgot about it...

As soon as the emperor left, she remembered it.

She felt that it was a good thing for her to be a maid beside the emperor. If she were to be a concubine in the harem, she would not survive...

An Jiu hurried to the kitchen, thinking of making something delicious to please the emperor.

Aunt Qu heated up the meal and left quickly.

An Jiu rolled up his sleeves.

What to do?

The emperor certainly doesn’t like to eat ordinary things.

Pour milk into a pot, refine it at high temperature, and condense it into low-sugar condensed milk, then pour it into a bowl.

There are still some steamed buns left from yesterday. I can bake them and eat them with condensed milk later.

Make another caramel milk tea...

Because of the wind that blew all night, the sky today is particularly blue and cold...

Xiao Fuzi put on cotton pants and a cotton jacket. He couldn't help but sigh, "It's so warm. If His Majesty's mood could be better, today would definitely be a wonderful day..."

But the situation is not good.

The food sent from the imperial kitchen tasted different after being reheated, and he lost his appetite after taking two bites.

But Aunt Qu soon brought another serving.

The emperor stared at it and felt that this thing was not of the standard of the imperial kitchen, so he tried a bite.

The emperor exhaled.

Why……

never mind.

Well, it is inevitable that there will be times of negligence.

I am a magnanimous and wise monarch, why should I bother about a palace maid?

The flaws do not outweigh the merits!

Just throw it away.

And...

The emperor secretly thought that he would look great in pink.

His face is pale, and pink shows his complexion...

Who stipulated that he can only wear yellow?

Shit yellow...

The emperor ate all the condensed milk buns one by one.

Aunt Qu thoughtfully poured him a cup of milk tea...

The emperor drank the milk tea, and his morning resentment disappeared.

He leaned back in his chair and asked Aunt Qu: "Where is she?"

"Xiaojiu is in her room."

"Call her over here. I have something to ask her."

Aunt Qu has been serving the emperor for some time, and she can still tell the difference between the emperor's real anger and fake anger.

For example, at this moment, although the emperor had a cold face, Aunt Qu knew that he was not angry.

So soon, An Jiu was called over.

An Jiu was a little nervous because she had to work overtime suddenly. She walked in quietly and the emperor was looking at her with narrowed eyes.

【snort! 】

An Jiu admitted her mistake: "Your Majesty, I will explain."

Emperor: "Explain."

An Jiu once again put all the blame on the tyrant.

"I tried to stop her, but she insisted on wearing this dress, and I couldn't stop her at all."

The emperor sneered: "According to what you said, he insisted on wearing that dress. Then tell me, how did he know that dress was in your room?"

An Jiu: "..."

this……

This is a bug...

An Jiu panicked for a moment.

Your Majesty, please listen to my quibbling...

[I want to hear how she can make excuses. 】

An Jiu: "..."

For a moment, I didn't know how to argue.

【snort. 】

[Sharp-tongued and cunning.] 】

An Jiu lowered his head completely.

She could no longer defend herself.

The emperor snorted coldly: "Forget it, tell me if you found any clues last night?"

An Jiu finally remembered the important matter and told the tyrant about his conclusion.

"Rooster? Are you sure?"

An Jiu nodded: "That's what he said."

The emperor poured the things out, stared at them for a long time, and his face gradually became gloomy.

[Yes, it’s a rooster.] 】

[Rooster, I just said...]

say what?

An Jiu pricked up his ears and listened.

[These were all carved by my father himself. They were carved according to the animal signs of each person. My carving is a tiger, Prince Duan’s is a pony, Prince Ruyang’s is a chicken, and only his is a rooster. 】

The emperor's face looked worse and worse.

Why steal this rooster? Why is King Ruyang's rooster here? 】

[Oh, damn, I didn’t even notice it for so many years. 】

An Jiu felt that it was not his fault. There were really too many small animals here. In addition to the rooster, there were also chickens, ponies, turtles, and frogs. It seemed that they were all carved by the late emperor, who had even more free time than the emperor himself.

The rooster was mixed in with them, so naturally he didn't care.

녦Why did the thief steal the rooster?

Is it to cover up something?

If the emperor had no idea where the rooster came from, could it be...

The emperor raised his head, and it was obvious that he had thought of something.

[That guy brought it back.] 】

[Could it be that the murderer left it when the mother concubine of Jinxiu Palace was killed? 】

So I have no impression at all. 】

An Jiu also guessed so.

Was it really the Queen Mother who killed Concubine Chun?

still……

There is actually another option.

An Jiu looked at the emperor.

The emperor looked gloomy.

[Is it my father?] 】

An Jiu swallowed.

No way…

[What happened that day? 】

[Who is the murderer?] 】

[Is it my father?] 】

[If it wasn’t his father, why didn’t he allow the murderer to be tracked down? 】

【Why? ? ? 】

The emperor looked as if it was about to break. An Jiu was about to speak out to remind him, but he suddenly calmed down and reached out to grab the rose dew on the table.

[Rose perfume...Oh, it's a woman, the murderer is a woman. 】

So, it’s the Queen Mother? 】

[녦If she was the Queen Mother, why didn't she steal earlier or later, but at this time? 】

Just at this moment, Xiao Fuzi ran in from outside.

"Your Majesty, Prince Ruyang is back."

The emperor raised his head.

Xiao Fuzi was startled by his cold eyes and couldn't help but take a step back. She had put on her cotton coat and trousers, but she still felt chilly...

The emperor suddenly sneered: "You're back just in time!"