Anjiu and Xiaohua finally had two new names, but this didn't seem to be something worth being happy about.
Because Aunt Qu turned around and pushed them aside, her eyes looked over them and finally stopped on An Jiu's face.
"Tell me, what happened?"
An Jiu told everything in detail.
Aunt Qu was silent for a moment, then looked at Anjiu and said, "Since it is your Majesty's wish, you should follow the name your Majesty gave you from now on."
The two nodded. Aunt Qu asked Xiaohua to leave, and then said to Anjiu: "I don't know why you came to Guanghua Palace?"
An Jiu explained: "I am..."
Aunt Qu waved her hands, not wanting to listen at all. She said coldly, "No matter what you planned in the past, from now on, you must remember that you are a member of Guanghua Palace and your Majesty's person. No matter what you do in the future, you must put your Majesty first. Put away those little thoughts of yours, otherwise you know the consequences."
"Yes, I have remembered it all."
"Just remember it." After Aunt Qu hit An Jiu, she started to slap him and give him candy. She said in a serious tone: "Being a slave in this palace is the same everywhere. If you are good, His Majesty will not treat us badly."
An Jiu can say yes.
She heaved a sigh of relief when she left. When she returned to the room, the two girls, Qiu and Dong, had already gone out, and it was their turn to be on duty next. Xiaohua sat on the bed angrily, glaring at An Jiu.
Because she had been taught a lesson by An Jiu before, she had restrained herself a lot and didn't dare to confront him, but she was still angry.
"Don't be so complacent. It's not a good thing to be noticed in Guanghua Palace. You might die at any time, and not even a bone would be left." As she said this, she thought of something else and started crying in grievance.
An Jiu spread out the bedding, took off her clothes and lay down in the quilt. She had to take a shift tomorrow. They were all hard-working fighters. Who had the time to waste with Xiao Hua?
An Jiu slept soundly.
In the middle of the night, someone tapped her. An Jiu opened her eyes in a daze, and was instantly frightened awake.
emperor.
Why is the emperor here?
Why would the emperor take a picture of her here?
She looked around and saw Xiaohua sleeping soundly, apparently not noticing anyone had entered the room. Besides, this was her room, not the emperor's bedroom...
What is the emperor doing here in the middle of the night?
The emperor stared at her curiously, then uttered one word clearly: "Hungry..."
An Jiu: "..."
No, can we kill all the people in the imperial kitchen?
You're taking the money but not doing anything, right?
Come and see how hungry your emperor is.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't like to wear too many clothes when sleeping, otherwise she couldn't sleep. Besides, her bellyband had been pushed to the bottom of the box. Now, facing a strange man less than one meter away, it was really embarrassing, wasn't it?
However, the emperor obviously did not notice her embarrassment. He seemed to think that An Jiu did not understand what he meant. He said to her again: "I'm hungry..."
An Jiu had the nerve to put on her clothes under the emperor's gaze.
Anjiu, wear it.
Emperor, stare.
An Jiu wore it again.
The emperor stared again.
After finally putting on his clothes, An Jiu moved to the edge of the bed and pointed at the shoes that were flattened by the emperor.
"wear."
So the tyrant moved aside.
An Jiu put on his shoes, opened the door and walked out.
The summer nights were a bit cooler and even windy. There was not a single star in the sky. An Jiu felt that it might rain tomorrow.
At the kitchen door, An Jiu saw Aunt Qu waiting with her head down. Aunt Qu nodded to her, and An Jiu also nodded.
The tyrant kept staring at her and following her, never leaving her side, as if he was afraid that if An Jiu ran away, he would have no food.
The kitchen prepared a lot of food today. An Jiu turned around and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
The tyrant stares.
An Jiu: "..."
never mind……
You should think about it yourself. There is noodles and chopped meat in the kitchen, which is obviously ready. So Anjiu made wontons, dozens of them, put them into the pot together, and put them directly into the bowl. The tyrant did not despise it, and held the bowl and ate one at a time.
Anjiu also prepared some delicious pickles for him, which the tyrant finished in no time.
Just like the pigs raised in the village.
Just as An Jiu finished expressing his admiration for his appetite, he fell over and fainted, just like last time.
After a while, Aunt Qu came in with a few men in black, and they carried the tyrant out the door.
An Jiu looked at the men in black curiously. These people were well-trained and silent. They should be the secret guards who had always been by the emperor's side.
No wonder Aunt Qu let her stay in the same room with the emperor...
If she had done anything wrong, she would probably have been beheaded by now.
An Jiu was frightened.
Aunt Qu praised An Jiu a few words and said she would increase her monthly salary.
An Jiu hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, you don't eat much on weekdays, and you overeat at night. This may not be good for your health."
Mainly because she was afraid that something might go wrong with the tyrant's eating habits, and then it would be her fault.
She didn't want to be a scapegoat.
Aunt Qu asked back, "Do you have any ideas?"
ah?
An Jiu looked at Aunt Qu in confusion, wondering what this meant.
What ideas could a little palace maid like her have?
Fortunately, Aunt Qu opened up and said, "Your Majesty has been ill for a long time, as you can see... We don't have any good solution."
An Jiu saw expectation in Aunt Qu's eyes.
Yes, that’s the expectation.
An Jiu thought of Wen Hejun's voice that he wanted to eat meat, so he said, "How about giving His Majesty some meat? Is it because he eats too much vegetarian food during the day?"
Aunt Qu shook her head: "No."
As for why not, Aunt Qu didn't say.
but……
Just no!
An Jiu is not a fool either.
She guessed that Wen Hejun might become a tyrant if he ate meat or was seduced by a woman...
However, judging from the situations during these two meals, the tyrant does not kill everyone he sees. He will not go berserk unless one of his mechanisms is triggered.
So An Jiu suggested: "How about taking it slow, for example, serving some fish and shrimp to Your Majesty first?"
"Aren't fish and shrimp meat?" Aunt Qu asked back.
An Jiu said: "It is meat, but it is different from raw meat with blood. You can also try to make it into other shapes, such as shrimp dumplings, pot stickers, crab roe porridge, and fish fillet porridge."
Anjiu's suggestion was not made by Mao Mao, because shrimps were added to the steamed eggs made last time, and the emperor did not say anything and did not get sick, proving that he was not averse to these.
Aunt Qu said she would think about it.
An Jiu didn't say anything more. After saying goodbye to Aunt Qu, she returned to her own little room, got onto the bed quietly, and lay down under the quilt. An Jiu felt extremely happy.
What she didn't know was that Xiaohua opened her eyes in the dark and stared at Anjiu.
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