闪乐

"The little prince hasn't woken up yet, and His Majesty is in a bad mood. It's best not to touch His Majesty's bad luck at this time. When the little prince wakes up, it won't be too late to see you again."

"When will the little prince wake up?"

Zhen Guogong frowned, almost forming a Sichuan character.

"According to what Miss Lin said, the operation was a success, and she must wake up day and night."

The father-in-law's voice was extremely low: "Calculate the time, it should be around Hai hour at night."

"Qingluo in Qinxue Pavilion?"

Duke Zhen is still worried: "Did Your Majesty treat her harshly?"

"Cough cough."

Eunuch Chuanzhi was startled by his outspokenness, and his heart jumped wildly. He took a few deep breaths before he calmed down.

"Don't worry, my lord. Miss Lin is the guest of Qinxue Pavilion. Your lord has clearly ordered that all food, clothing, housing and transportation will be received at the highest level. No one should disturb her lightly."

"Can't you try to pass it on?"

Hearing the words, Duke Zhen felt at ease, and was still unwilling to see his little granddaughter.

The corners of the father-in-law's eyes twitched, feeling that what he said just now was in vain.

"My lord, listen to this servant's persuasion, you always go back today, and come back when the little prince wakes up tomorrow, everyone will be happy."

"well."

Zhen Guogong sighed deeply, thought for a moment, took out two golden beans from his sleeve, and stuffed them into the hands of the eunuch.

"In that case, the old man will go back first, please tell my father-in-law to tell Qingluo, and ask her to send a letter to her family. If she needs anything, the old man will send it to her."

"Don't worry, my lord, the servant will help you pass the message."

The father-in-law who passed the decree accepted Jindouzi very naturally, with an old wrinkled face, smiling like a chrysanthemum.

**

Taking advantage of the dead of night, Lin Qingluo entered the blessed land of the cave, picked a basket of fresh spirit peaches, and brought out some spirit rice.

After freshening up in the morning, I went to the kitchen in person and used a casserole to cook peach juice spirit rice porridge for the little prince who had not yet awakened.

She washed the ling peach, squeezed out the juice, poured it into a casserole, added an appropriate amount of ling rice, and simmered it over low heat for half an hour.

A pot of moderately thick, sweet and delicious Taozhiling rice porridge is ready to be stewed.

"smell good!"

The maids who surrounded her couldn't help swallowing.

"Let's bring breakfast together."

Lin Qingluo didn't care about the expressions of the maids, and walked out of the kitchen with the casserole in both hands.

"Miss Lin is leaving, hurry up and follow."

The maids in charge of delivering the meals came out in a file with trays, their backs straightened, and they followed behind in a regular manner.

Arriving at the door of the wing where the little prince slept, Lin Qingluo pushed the door open with her elbow, and stepped gently through the threshold.

"Master, I'll serve it."

Mo Canglan was standing in front of the little prince's bed, when she saw her enter the door, she hurriedly went up to her and took the casserole over.

Lin Qingluo smiled warmly: "You have been tired for a long time after cooking for three people. Drink some Lingmi porridge to replenish your strength."

"good."

Mo Canglan's eyes flashed with emotion, and he nodded with a smile.

The maids then entered the room, put the breakfast on the dining table, put away the bowls and chopsticks, and bowed and retreated.

"You eat first, I'll feed Yixuan the porridge."

Lin Qingluo scooped half a bowl of Lingmi porridge from the casserole, came to the bed, sat sideways, and fed a small spoonful, a small spoonful, into the little prince's mouth.

Peach juice spiritual rice porridge contains abundant spiritual power, melts in the mouth, sweet and delicious.

Even though the little prince was still sleepy, he still ate very sweetly, and swallowed it all spoonful after spoonful.