"What is the king's bedroom that is not in line with your wishes?" Si Haochen suspected that this girl might have broken her mind yesterday. Her bedroom is the best house in the entire palace, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Even if he doesn't look at the house, just the head of his family lives here, shouldn't she move in happily and can't even drive away?

"If you say something that doesn't suit me, there will be more... "Who can't find fault? When she was studying abroad and renting a house, she could cry to the landlord, "There is no wardrobe, dressing table, bathtub, and living inconvenient life. There are no green plants in the room, it looks dull and not angry, which affects her mood... Moreover, I'm not used to using the same room with others."

When Mingruo mentioned the first few items, Si Haochen began to consider what to add to the bedroom.

After Mingruo's last sentence, he could almost hear a needle in the room, and the atmosphere was particularly strange.

Dr. Xu raised a snow-furrowed pill in front of him, as if there was insufficient light in the room, and he walked out little by little... The guard who was carrying the box had to lower his head to his chest, trying to find a crack to allow him to get in. Zicao's hand holding the clothes out stopped. Even though she was slow, she found that the prince's face was wrong, and she should have driven the princess and the princess's things out of Meiyuan.

Mingruo blinked his big eyes and realized that the atmosphere was not right.

It seems... I said nothing wrong...

Zisu walked in with a porridge and a plate of sugar cake on a tray, thinking about where to place the breakfast, but he didn't notice anything wrong: "Princess, did you say you wanted to use Dahong to stew soup for the prince to nourish your body? Today, the big kitchen happened to send chickens. Do you think what medicinal materials are good to add..."

Mingruo wanted to roll his eyes to the sky, so Zi Su was too honest.

She was scaring Dahong and making Dahong obedient, not really trying to stew soup for the "scumbag" to nourish her body.

When Si Haochen heard that the girl knew to repair her body, his rage gradually calmed down. He glanced at the tray in Zi Su's hand and said to the guard who was still looking for a crack in the ground: "Carry Zhang Qiujiu here."

"Yes, Prince." The guards ran to move the table like a general amnesty.

Si Haochen walked out of the bedroom with his hands behind his back and headed to the study.

Zi Su put the tray aside and asked Zi Cao: "Even if the prince doesn't need breakfast, why did he go to the study without washing?"

"It must be because of the princess." Zicao felt a chill on the back of her neck now.

"Ah..." Zi Su was a little unbelievable. The prince was angry and was still thinking about moving the table to facilitate the princess' meals. That should be that he wasn't very angry.

"I'm not angry with him." Mingruo spread his hands and said that he was very innocent.

"You just said, 'I'm not used to using the same room with others', how can the prince not be angry?" Zicao thought, fortunately the prince left. If he saw the princess's angry look, he would probably be even more angry.

"What's so angry about this? I'll just tell the truth..."

"Princess, how can the prince be a 'other'..." Zi Su was about to cry anxiously by her princess, "The prince is your husband."

"Oh..." Ming Ruo stroked his chest, and she was sure that Si Haochen would never be angry about this. After all, they are not real couples, so Si Haochen would not care about her saying this. (His Royal Highness Yun had a cold and noble face: I think you are too sloppy!)

"..." Both maids felt that the princess, who was the unique skeleton of their own princess, would have snatched away the prince even if she had a concubine in her mansion.

"Don't be sad, the sky has not fallen. Wash me quickly, I'm going to starve to death." Mingruo supported himself and wanted to get up, Zi Su hurriedly came up to help her.

On this side of the study, Madam Dong fed water to serve the prince to wash.

"Prince, the princess asked her to cook milk porridge. You didn't use dinner last night. Do you want to drink some porridge to nourish your stomach?" The prince has never liked to drink porridge since he was a child. Although he felt that the milk porridge made by the princess made was sweet, soft and delicious, Madam Dong didn't dare to bring it directly.

"Yes." Si Haochen responded.

"I'm going to pass on the meal now." Madam Dong packed up the things she had washed up and went to the kitchen happily.

After Mingruo finished breakfast, he asked Zi Su to take her medical bag over. Although he could not give her a blatant infusion, it was necessary to use the medical bag to cover it up and take some medicine out of the medical system.

Although I am an "old Chinese medicine doctor", I really can't take medicine. If I had to drink the bitter and unpleasant medicine soup, she would rather die there.

Mingruo felt that this blood-stained medical bag could not be looked at directly.

Zisu said: "What the princess wants, I will help you get it."

Mingruo sighed. Others couldn't take out what she wanted: "No, just go and get a basin of water."

"Yes." Zisu left the bedroom with a copper basin.

Ming Ruo picked up the medical bag and said that it was stained with blood. Why did it break a hole? Ming Ruo carefully studied the broken copper, which was not ground. Could it be that it was poked by medical devices... She suspiciously opened the zipper, scissors, tweezers, and lancets were all fixed in the original position and did not fall out.

What is this broken? Mingruo pinched a piece of jade shavings, and the color and texture looked familiar. Mingruo suddenly remembered that he put the "diagnosis money" paid to her by the weirdo. Mingruo quickly gathered all the jade shavings together, a total of five pieces, which just happened to be able to form a "white jade conch".

Mingruo picked up a piece of jade chips and shone it in front of the light. Is this "white jade conch" hollow? Why does it feel like the weight is wrong?

The jade butterfly felt a familiar breath and woke up from her sleep. She flapped her wings and flew onto her "cocoon shell" and fell down.

"Ah!" Mingruo was startled by the little thing that suddenly landed on her fingertips. She grew up in the Xuanyi family, so she would not regard this delicate little guy as an ordinary butterfly.

This...it should be a Gu spirit!

The Gu spirit is different from ordinary Gu insects. They do not need to be refined. They are born and raised spiritual objects, which are much higher than Gu insects.

It’s like various mountain spirits and tree monsters who want to cultivate immortals not only have to work hard, but also have to overcome tribulation before they can ascend. Some gods are immortals when they are born, and they are more powerful than those who work hard to practice.

The world is so unfair, you can only accept it silently or be beaten.

"Is this your cocoon?" Mingruo tried to communicate with the little guy.

The little guy was indeed a spiritual object and nodded very humanely.

"Uh... do you need me to put it away for you?" Mingruo continued to ask.

The little guy continued to nod.
Chapter completed!