MTL - What an Audacious and Sly Servant!-Chapter 7 Faithful words, bad medicine

"Why do you want to take away the apples of others?" Although Chu Qiang suspected that the abandonment of Mei Qiandeng would cause trouble, he couldn't help his gossip curiosity.

Mei Qiandeng still dragged the apple in his hand, and calmly replied, "Give it to the emperor."

Chu Yan smiled: "Mei Meizi, don't you think the emperor will really eat the basket of apples you brought back? Do you know how many exotic fruits the state capitals will pay to the palace every year? If the emperor eats all, early So full."

"Prince, does your throat hurt?" Mei Qiandeng glanced at him.

Chu Yan had a stubble on his neck, like a big white goose, and immediately cleared his throat. He would clearly be better than when he got up. Why was this reckless man thinking of following the spell and starting to ache again.

The small mirror held the umbrella and yanked the prince's sleeve in the back. "Prince, prince, you are afraid to run into the emperor!"

"..."

what?

Secretly, did the prince just say that he would kill the emperor? !! Mei Qiandeng will take a look at the Prince, what does that mean? !!

Chu Yan covered his mouth with a silk cloth, looked around, and if he was heard by the ears and eyes of the uncle, he would say that the prince was rebellious, and he carried the Shangfang sword into the palace, so that he could not see the sun of tomorrow. Fortunately, no one is. Chu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and instantly felt extremely disgusting to Mei Qiandeng. This reckless husband passed the reckless energy to Prince Ben, and now it is okay, Prince Ben spoke without thinking. Blame this reckless man.

Mei Qiandeng, you are responsible to the Prince.

"A gentleman keeps his heart with benevolence, and he keeps his heart with courtesy. The benevolent loves others, the courtesy respects others. Those who love others always love them, and those who respect them always respect them. Mencius said."

Just after Chu Yan spit out Mei Qiandeng from head to toe in her heart, she suddenly heard someone speak with a clear voice, and it was nice to float in her ears. But what was said ... Chu Yi turned his head and looked at the small mirror, which had an innocent face. Only then did Chu Yan look away from the small mirror and looked at Mei Qiandeng.

"You, what did you just say?"

Mei Qiandeng didn't look at Chu Yan, she was looking at the apple and focused: "The old man was just taken away by the landlord. Later, the emperor went to the New Deal, and the landlord had to return the orchard. The old man said He wanted the emperor to taste the new apple, which was a long way, afraid that the fruit would not be fresh. "She rarely said so many words, and she hadn't returned to her mind after finishing speaking, thinking in her heart: This apple is still Is it fresh?

So she opened her mouth and bite.

When the apple is bitten, it makes a crisp sound, and the juice and pulp are sweet and sweet.

Mei Qiandeng nodded, quite fresh, and waited for the emperor to taste it.

"No, I didn't ask your old man. Did you mention Mencius to the Prince?"

At this time, Mei Qiandeng was looking at Chu Yan, her eyes were eight points high and two points inexplicable. "Prince, please tell me the point."

What's the point!

Chu Yanwo fire.

A sloppy river and lake, mention Mencius with the Prince! mention! Meng! child! I always feel that this is an insult to the sage book in the Prince's belly.

Humph!

The prince left his sleeve.

And Mei Qiandeng really went to the emperor. It is a pity that the prince guessed the emperor's attitude wrongly. When the diligent and loving emperor listened to Mei Qiandeng's arrival, he immediately let the governor-in-law cut the apples.

Mei Qiandeng: "Emperor, don't bother your father-in-law, let me come."

Anyway, the seventh son of the Mei family picked a big, red apple from the basket and threw it upward. The emperor and the **** did not see how she shot, and they saw Hanguang a few words. The lamp in hand. Mei Qiandeng calmly held the apple and put it on the fruit plate on the table.

Click.

Apple divides itself into eight petals very evenly.

emperor:"……!"

Director-in-law: "...!"

If Mei Da knew that, his proud "little son" used the swordsmanship that his family was proud of to cut an apple for the true dragon emperor. Want to come, Mei Da's expression should be extremely complicated.

In the room, the first person to react was the big master who protected the emperor in the dark. The little brother jumped down from the beam with his weapon in his hand and blocked it in front of the emperor. Be careful."

"It's okay, I'm going to charter Mei Xiaodian."

"Xie Xie." Mei Qiandeng didn't feel panic at all, and put the soft sword into his sleeve again. It turned out that it is not allowed to enter the palace with weapons, and it is not possible to hide in the sleeves.

The old emperor was in a good mood. He smiled and used dragon claws to get apples.

Governor-in-law: "The emperor, this apple has not been washed or peeled. Let the slave go and prepare a copy for the emperor."

The high-handed person waved his hand, "Anyway, I am not a prince, and I am so particular about eating. This is not only the apple, but also the heart of the people. Thousand lamps."

"in."

"I really didn't choose you wrongly. I went back to the Prince to give the Prince, and let the Prince also taste this idea."

"Yes."

Therefore, when the small mirror met Mei Qiandeng again, he saw the cold and domineering little boy walking in the Mingjue Hall carrying a half-framed apple. Because of the acne on her face, Chu Yan refused to shut himself out of the room. The small mirror greeted, "Did Mei Mei just returned from the emperor?"

Mei Qiandeng nodded and silently looked inside the temple.

Xiao Jing thought that he was capable of seeing and watching the color, and immediately asked with a smile: "Is the son looking for His Royal Highness? His Royal Highness is taking a break in the room at this time, and the slave will pass a message for the Son?"

"No."

"..." The corner of the small mirror was stiff and slightly awkward.

"I want to find a kitchen and a medicine stove."

Eh?

In the end, the small mirror led Mei Qiandeng to the small stove room behind the Mingjue Temple. Usually, the prince drank the bird's nest to drink the small stove, and also prepared many valuable herbs and fresh fruits and vegetables. The emperor was right, the prince was a very particular person in eating.

The small mirror watched Mei Qiandeng lower the half-framed apple on her back and pulled out a bunch of medicine packets from the frame. Curious asked: "Mei Mei, are you sick?"

Mei Qiandeng shook his head.

The little mirror contacted the context and was surprised: "That's the medicine for His Royal Highness?"

Mei Qiandeng's indifferent eyes sent a very understandable message: Yeah, why not?

The little mirror almost jumped up, excited: "Mei-mei, it is harder for His Royal Highness to take medicine, than it is to keep him out of the mirror for an hour!"

...

"Moreover, anyone who wants to feed the prince must have a special person to test the drug. The empress and queen have such a son in their lifetime and they will inherit Datong in the future. Since the birth of the prince, everyone has been careful and absolutely must not miss anything. The small mirror improperly touched himself, tears appeared in his eyes, and he continued to say after choking, "Mei-mei, what kind of medicine are you? Or we should mix it in his Sydney spoon and let him drink it ? "

Dog slave, you betrayed the master in this way, do you know?

Even Mei Qiandeng, who has always been in a rush of water, glanced at the small mirror twice.

After half an hour.

The small mirror held a tray and knocked on Chu's room door.

"Hi lord, have some tea with throat throat."

Chu Yan put down Mencius in his hand and glanced at the small mirror lazily. At a glance, he saw a small mirror holding a cup of tea that could be a throat throat tea, and a fruit plate. The fruit plate is diced apples.

"Mei Gongzi just came back from the emperor, and passed on the emperor's word of mouth to let His Royal Highness eat apples. It was the one that Mei Gongzi returned, and the emperor gave you a half box."

Chu Yan originally felt that his throat was better, but he didn't expect the small mirror to open his mouth, which would make his improved throat sore again.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

The small mirror gave the Prince a special glance and lowered the tray. It turned out that there was a small dish on the plate with green powder. The small mirror explained: "This medicinal powder was taken by Mei Gongzi from General Di Xiaojun. It can be applied externally to the acne, but it can also be taken internally. I'm afraid that His Royal Highness was unwilling to prepare hot water."

Chu Yishou, he really refused to take it.

Someone choked apples and fired. The small mirror also stretched out the jade toothpick in front of him. "They have all tried poison. Please help His Royal Highness rest assured."

The voice of Father Huang, Chu Yi naturally obeyed. After a while, he had to let the small mirror talk back and report that the prince had a good apple. Chu Yan thought of apple diced into dozens of plum lanterns in his mind.

"Your Highness, have some tea."

His Royal Highness was so devoted that he took a teacup and drank a large mouthful into his throat.

Ok?

"This tea tastes strange." Chu Yan glanced into the tea cup. I don't know what the black tea is made from. He frowned, looking at the small mirror with sharp eyes.

The small mirror didn't dare to hide it, and confessed from the truth: "It was Mei Gongzi who made the herbal soup specially for His Royal Highness."

Huh!

Chu Yan almost dropped the tea cup on the table.

"Little mirror, I haven't punished you for a long time, my courage is getting bigger and bigger." He was really angry.

The **** immediately knelt down on the ground, crying with mercy: "His Royal Highness forgive me, Mei Gong said that his family had six elder brothers who had experienced such things as the prince, as long as he drank this medicine. He was afraid of the prince. Only when I needed a slave, I brought it to His Royal Highness. It was said that Mei Gongzi and the slaves had a heart of ice, and His Royal Highness did not punish us. "

"You have formed a leg with Mei Qiandeng."

"Slaves are His Highness's dog legs!" Xiao Jing was about to pounce, was kicked by Chu Yi in the chest, and rolled out.

Without a voice from the master, the small mirror had to kneel not far away. He regretted it. He regretted that he might be wrong, and he shouldn't get into a trench with Mei Gongzi.

But after a while, I heard the sound of "Grunting" above my head. The small mirror dared to glance at him secretly, and surely saw the prince frowning and drinking the cup of liquid medicine. After Chu Yan drank, "Pop!" He snapped the tea cup on the table and put out the words: "Go out and tell Mei Qiandeng that reckless husband. If it doesn't work, Prince Ben will fill him with pepper water!"

Having said that, it was easy to stuff a piece of apple into the mouth.

[Little drama egg]

Small stove room.

The small mirror was decoction on the fire, and Mei Qiandeng was on the sidelines.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the half-frame apple. So he walked over and bent over and picked one.

"My son?" Little mirror Nahan.

I saw Mei Qiandeng silently drank a pot of water in the water tank, slowly put the apples in and scrubbed them. She intended to stretch out her sleeves (want to take out the soft sword), and then changed her hand to take a small knife hanging on the wall.

"My son?" The little mirror was even more scared.

Mei Qiandeng lowered his head and focused on cutting apples. An apple peel is not broken. After shaving it clean, it still looks the same, throwing the light-skinned apple up in the air, a few words of cold light, the apple is in the air, and it becomes an apple of the average size.

"The medicine is ready, please give it to the prince soon." She paused, and Xiao Jing thought he had to pay attention to the precautions for taking the medicine. As a result, she said, "The apple will rust soon."

"..."

Mei Qiandeng, peeling apples constantly, you can make a wish!