Chapter 27 The Twenty-Seventh Kill

Xiaoyu consulted Doctor Chu to learn about Zhou Xunran's physical condition in detail, and spent most of the night making a list of medicinal diet for half a month.

Doctor Chu was worried about her list, so the two of them huddled together and whispered for a long time before finalizing the final version of 'Zhou Xunran's five-meal-a-day medicinal diet list'.

Zhang Chuanjiang, the chef in the kitchen, looked at the three-foot-long list and widened his eyes in shock: "Xiao Yu, I really admire you."

Feeling complimented, the little fish waved his hands proudly: "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

Chef Zhang held up the paper and asked: "Where did you find such a long piece of rice paper?"

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and continued to stare at the medicine jar in front of her. After waiting for another stick of incense, her porridge would be ready.

Chef Zhang was still not giving up. "Xiao Yu, five meals a day, isn't that an exaggeration? If this gets out, people will say that our prince is extravagant. After all, some people nowadays can't even afford three meals a day."

"Let them say whatever they want. Can the words of outsiders be as important as the prince's health?"

Chef Zhang patted his head in realization and gave her a thumbs up: "Am I narrow-minded, or you have a long-term vision?"

A pungent fragrance blew in from the door, and Xiaoyu immediately pinched her nose. She knew without looking that it must be Nanny Zhao.

Ever since the last fight between the two in the garden that shocked the heavens and earth and opened everyone's eyes, everyone in the palace knew that the two of them were not on good terms.

Xiaoyu pinched her nose too tightly, and it was hard for her to breathe. She loosened her nose and used her hands as a fan, dodging the wind in front of her.

Madam Zhao really wanted to keep her distance from her and pretend that she didn't see her little move. But Xiaoyu's move was too obvious, and Madam Zhao couldn't stand it anymore. She walked up to her and said, "Xiaoyu, what do you mean by this?"

Xiaoyu looked up in confusion: "Madame Zhao? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with me? You covered your nose and fanned yourself as soon as I came in. Isn't it because you think I smell bad?"

"I didn't cover my nose," Xiaoyu looked at her innocently.

Nanny Zhao was so angry that she saw white light before her eyes and almost fainted.

"You're still saying no? I saw it all. Chef Zhang, tell me, did she cover her nose when I came in?"

Zhang Chuanjiang didn't know who to help.

Please help Xiaoyu. Given Madam Zhao's status and position, I'm afraid she will make things difficult for me in the future.

If I help Nanny Zhao, wouldn’t that ruin my friendship with Xiaoyu?

During the past two days they had gathered together to study the prince's meals, and their friendship had grown by leaps and bounds.

"Well....."

Aunt Zhao was so angry at Xiaoyu's fearless expression that she stamped her feet at Zhang Chuanjiang: "Hurry up and tell me!"

There were so many people in the kitchen that even if Zhang Chuanjiang wanted to help Xiaoyu, he had little chance of success. He apologized, "Xiaoyu, you did put your hand close to your nose."

This is a very clever statement.

Xiao Yu gave him a thankful look and said to Aunt Zhao, "Well, I don't deny that."

"You admit it?" Nanny Zhao roared.

Xiaoyu said, "What did I admit? Chef Zhang is right, my hand was indeed close to my nose when you came in. But I didn't cover my nose, I pinched it, so you are wrong. I not only pinched my nose, I also fanned it."

"You! Don't think you can be arrogant just because the prince dotes on you!"

"Yes, I am arrogant," Xiaoyu stood up and looked at her with his chest puffed out. "So, do you want to fight me again? This is the kitchen, my territory. It's easier for me to beat you than to cook!"

Aunt Zhao pointed her index finger at her, too angry to speak: "You you you!"

The little fish opened its mouth towards her finger, as if to bite it.

Frightened, Madam Zhao immediately withdrew her hand: "Crazy woman! You are unreasonable!"

Seeing her fleeing back, Xiaoyu snorted, then sat down again and stared at the medicine jar intently.

Zhang Chuanjiang moved a small stool to her side and looked at her with admiration: "Xiaoyu, Lao Han is coming back soon, you must be careful."

"Who is Han?"

"The East Court Manager, Madam Zhao's old man. He was previously assigned by the prince to escort something. It is said that he will be back in the next three or four days."

Xiaoyu was not afraid: "He is just a steward of the East Courtyard. I know the chief steward of our palace. Who would be afraid of him?"

When the time came, she poured out the porridge from the medicine pot and said, "I'll trouble you to clean up here, chef. I'll take it to the prince."

Zhang Chuanjiang nodded, but then reminded him worriedly: "Come back after the prince has finished drinking, and I will tell you about Lao Han."

Xiaoyu only wanted Zhou Xunran to drink the porridge as soon as possible. She said without turning her head: "I know."

Although Xiaoyu had never heard of Manager Han, he could guess that he was a powerful person.

After all, of the three sons and daughters he had with Nanny Zhao, the eldest son Mingwei is now a general stationed on the border, the daughter Minglu is gentle, elegant and sensible, and the youngest son Mingyang is now studying in the Imperial College and is said to have a bright future. It can be said that each of them is very outstanding.

Compared to someone as petty as Nanny Zhao, if Manager Han was the same as her, vindictive and unable to distinguish right from wrong, their children would not be so outstanding.

Therefore, Xiaoyu is not worried that Manager Han will target her without distinguishing right from wrong.

What she is worried about now is that Zhou Xunran had secretly entered the palace without her knowing.

Seeing Xiaoyu sitting on the stool angrily, Minglu smiled and said, "Don't be angry. The prince probably had something urgent to do and didn't have time to call you."

Xiaoyu pouted: "He promised to take me wherever he goes in the future. I never thought that the Regent King would go back on his word."

Xiaoyu thought about it, then slapped the table and stood up.

Minglu was frightened.

"I'm going to the palace to find the prince!"

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, she picked up her food box containing porridge and walked out swiftly.

Minglu trotted over and stopped her: "There are guards at the palace gate. You can't enter without being summoned."

"I'll try." Xiaoyu is the type of person who won't cry until she sees a coffin, and even if she sees a coffin, she will chop it with an axe.

Just as Minglu said, Xiaoyu arrived at the palace gate in a carriage and was stopped by the palace guards.

She refused to give up, and said as the guards were chasing her away, "I am from the Prince Regent's Palace, and I am the prince's accompanying maid. My name is Xiaoyu. I am here to bring food to the prince. Go in and let him know. The prince asked me to come at this time."

Seeing that she showed no guilt at all, the head guard looked at her suspiciously, "Did the prince ask you to come?"

Xiaoyu nodded solemnly and said with certainty: "Yes!"

Not everyone dares to use the title of Regent. The head guard said, "Wait here. I'll go in and report."

After waiting for a while, the porridge Xiaoyu had prepared for Zhou Xunran was almost cold. Then the head guard came in and said, "Go in. The prince is in the Qinzheng Hall now to discuss matters. Someone will pick you up inside."

Xiaoyu thanked the guard and thought that the porridge had gone cold. Even if she could heat it up again in the palace, the medicinal herbs she put in the porridge might become ineffective.

There was a man who looked like a little eunuch waiting for her inside the palace gate.

Seeing Xiaoyu coming in, he immediately walked towards her with a smile: "Are you from the palace? Please follow me."

The little fish walked behind him.

She had no interest in the palaces in the palace, and was only thinking about how to maximize the medicinal properties of the porridge. It was not until the eunuch said "Hello, Your Majesty" that Xiaoyu suddenly came to her senses and saw a young man in a bright yellow robe with dragon patterns standing in front of them.

He was very tall, and the yellow robe and the shining jade crown on his head made him look energetic and spirited. His eyebrows were delicate, and his skin was white and smooth, like the best milk, which made people want to touch it.

Xiaoyu has always liked beautiful things. When she saw him, her heart was moved and she couldn't let him go.

Seeing that she was motionless and staring at Emperor Wen Jing in a daze, the eunuch reached out and grabbed her clothes: "This is the current emperor, why don't you kneel down quickly."

"No need," Emperor Wen Jing said with a smile, "You are the maid in the teacher's house?"

The voice is also very nice, with the unique sound quality of a teenager, tender, cute and full of vitality.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up: "My name is Xiaoyu, I'm here to bring porridge to the prince."

Emperor Wen Jing was not angry, but said to her gently: "Send porridge to the teacher? Are you afraid that the teacher will come to the palace and I will starve him?"

Xiaoyu shook her head, raised the food box in her hand, and tried to recommend herself: "This is a specially prepared medicinal meal for you, my Lord, to nourish your body. It is very useful."

"Well, the teacher is in the Qinzheng Hall right now, discussing matters with the inspector Li, and I'm going there too. You can come with me."

Hearing him always saying "I, I", Xiaoyu followed him for two steps before she came back to her senses from his beauty, "You are Emperor Wen Jing?"

Emperor Wen Jing nodded: "Teacher has told you about me? It seems that you and the teacher have a very special relationship."

What a young man! Thinking of what Emperor Wen Jing had done, Xiaoyu looked at him again and felt that Emperor Wen Jing, who had been so majestic just now, was now like a proud young boy, wearing adult clothes and trying to act like an adult.

It is indeed different from an old man like Zhou Xunran who has experienced many years and is naturally mature.

Xiaoyu's restless heart gradually calmed down: "Not really, I have never seen His Majesty before, and I am a little excited when I see him today."

Emperor Wen Jing smiled, "You follow the teacher, we will definitely see each other often in the future. By the way, what kind of porridge is this? What kind of medicinal materials are put in it? Is there anything wrong with the teacher's health?"

He is still too young, he hasn't even learned how to pretend. Xiaoyu thought, I don't know what Zhou Xunran has taught him all these years, he has shown his thoughts on his face.

Xiaoyu whispered, "It's a tonic. The prince is a little weak and can't do that. Your Majesty, please don't tell anyone else, or the prince will kill me."

Emperor Wen Jing nodded meaningfully: "No wonder the three beauties I gave to the teacher before all met with trouble. It turns out that the teacher has such a hobby."

Xiaoyu: “Ah?”

"Nothing." Emperor Wen Jing said, "Xiao Yu, you follow the teacher, do you know what kind of woman he likes? Wait for me to find one for him. Maybe if he meets a woman he likes, the teacher's illness will be cured."

Although Xiaoyu didn't know what he was thinking, she could guess a little from the schadenfreude on his face.

"I think we should wait a little longer. The prince has not yet recovered from the pain caused by the three ladies in the palace."

Emperor Wenjing thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. I'll look for some first, and you can help me pick them later. The Diligent Administration Hall is in front of us. Come on, since you helped me, I'll take you in."

The two of them walked towards the Qinzheng Hall with different thoughts.

As soon as he reached the palace gate, he heard Zhou Xunran's stern voice coming from inside: "You don't know? You don't know, do you think I know?"

Hearing the hoarse sound, Xiaoyu knew that there must be blood in his throat.

She wanted to go in and take a look, but Emperor Wen Jing held her tightly around the waist and pulled her close to the door: "Hey, the teacher is looking this way."

He hugged her tightly, Xiaoyu's ears were firmly pressed against Emperor Wen Jing's chest, listening to the thumping heartbeat from inside, Xiaoyu's face turned red quietly.

Wuwuwu, I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Although Emperor Wen Jing is stupid, he has a very beautiful face. She is about to be seduced by his beauty!