Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Su Waner asked Dongqing to arrange a place for Zhao Nanqing, and also sent two maids there. Unexpectedly, Zhao Nanqing only left one maid who was responsible for helping with grooming, and even sent one back.

Su Waner returned to the room and looked at the various documents on the table that needed to be approved by herself. She forced herself to cheer up and read the documents.

"Princess, the cook in the kitchen wants to see you."

Su Waner put down the pen and cleaned her hands: "Just let her come in and talk."

Mu Jin'er walked outside the house and ushered the people in. After the cook saluted, she cried to Su Waner: "Princess, the food in the kitchen has been almost exhausted. If this continues..."

Su Wan'er thought of Zhao Nanqing's cooking style, and the amount of food she ate gave her a headache. She held her forehead and felt helpless: "I know, just ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send more. I will go to the palace tomorrow to explain the situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Nanqing's voice sounded outside the yard: "Sister Wan'er, you can eat now!"

Su Wan'er held her forehead and felt that her head started to hurt again. After adjusting, she stood up and said, "Here we come!"

Su Waner was sitting at the dining table in the side hall, wandering in her thoughts with her chopsticks. She thought that even the royal meal her father ate in the palace was not so exaggerated.

Zhao Nanqing served Su Wan'er some vegetables next to her: "The mandarin fish is fresh, steamed very fresh, and has no spines. Sister Wan'er, try it quickly."

"This lion's head has been simmered in chicken soup for an hour. Sister Wan'er wants to eat more."

As she spoke, Zhao Nanqing pinched Su Waner's arms and waist: "Sister Wan'er is too thin. I heard from the cooks in the kitchen that Sister Wan'er has to deal with numerous affairs every day, so she can't let her body collapse. Eat more. "

Although Su Wan'er was still unhappy that a woman shared a man with her, facing such a table of outrageous and exaggerated meals, it was really hard to say "I won't eat it."

A piece of the lion's head was scooped out with a spoon. Su Waner put the spoon into her mouth, and the meat melted like soup and flowed directly down her throat into her stomach.

The meat on the back of the steamed fresh mandarin fish is tender and firm, with an outstanding and delicious taste.

Zhao Nanqing saw that although Su Waner was eating slowly, she didn't stop. Knowing that her sister Waner probably liked the meals she cooked, she couldn't help feeling proud.

"It would be great if my fourth brother was here. We can make big meat buns tomorrow morning. It's a pity. Stirring the stuffing is a laborious job."

Su Waner suddenly said: "I think you are not lacking in strength."

Zhao Nanqing was still quite surprised. Su Waner gave her the impression of being gentle, but she rarely took the initiative to speak, let alone such jokes with her.

Before Zhao Nanqing could say anything, Su Waner gave Zhao Nanqing two pieces of meat and said, "Tomorrow morning, come with me to the palace. After all, I want to meet my mother and my father."

Zhao Nanqing was a little embarrassed. Originally, Li Chengqian only recognized her as his godmother for the sake of her marriage to Lu Ru'an. Isn't it a bit too much to go to the palace to ask for the title of princess? It's a bit ungrateful.

Zhao Nanqing pursed her lips slightly: "Sister Wan'er, I...I don't want that status. Brother Prince has been good enough to me...Isn't this...isn't this ungrateful?!"

Su Waner didn't even look at Zhao Nanqing. She was picking up vegetables and eating at the same time. She just paused when she spoke: "If you don't agree with etiquette, don't let others take advantage of Gao Ming."

Although Zhao Nanqing didn't quite understand what Su Waner said, she still had to listen. Just when she was about to ask what she would eat tomorrow morning, Su Waner continued.

"I will enter the palace after I have freshened up early tomorrow morning. I won't miss your food. We will talk about everything when we get back. A nanny will come to you in the evening and teach you what you need to pay attention to when entering the palace, as well as... etiquette."

Zhao Nanqing grew up in a Lu family in Liangzhou City in the northwest. She prided herself on having good etiquette, at least much better than the other "ladies" who played polo in Liangzhou City, so naturally she didn't take it to heart.

After Su Waner had eaten her fill, she patted Zhao Nanqing on the shoulder: "Sister Qing'er, it's up to you. I still have some things to deal with, so I need to take a step forward. I'll come over and take a look when I'm studying etiquette in the evening."

Zhao Nanqing still didn't know what she would face next. She held her rice bowl and nodded to Su Waner while eating: "Good, good, no problem!"

As soon as Su Waner returned to the room, she saw Mu Jiner coming over with the telegram message. Su Waner was a little surprised: "Where is Holly?"

Mu Jin'er placed the telegram document in front of Su Waner: "Dongqing went to take a bath in advance. I'll be there later. The Crown Princess might as well read the contents of the telegram first."

Su Wan'er picked up the telegram and looked at it twice, and her eyes suddenly went dark: "Li! Cheng! Fuck! You are a murderer! You got a concubine from nowhere, and you asked me to send you so many supplies." Go to Lingnan!”

After Su Waner calmed down, she read the contents of the telegram over and over again. Nothing about Zhao Nanqing was mentioned between the lines. For a moment, Su Waner was not even sure what Li Chengqian meant.

"Is the crown prince's side concubine or a concubine? There's no news, I'm just relying on my guess! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I have to say that Amelia Su's adjustment ability is still very strong. After venting her roar, she returned to the gentle and intellectual princess.

"Crown Princess! Crown Princess! This old slave can't teach Miss Zhao!"

Su Wan'er frowned and opened the door. In the moonlight, she saw the correctional mother sent to Zhao Nanqing and the dark circles under her eyes.

Su Wan'er hurriedly greeted her. This was also the nanny she had raised since she was a child. How could she be like this: "What happened?"

Before Mammy could say anything, Zhao Nanqing rushed over with a rolling pin: "You old witch, you still want to hit me! Don't run! Sister Wan'er, get out of the way, lest the old witch burst out and hurt you!"

Before Su Waner could say anything, a rolling pin flew directly towards the correctional mama. With an "ouch", the rolling pin hit her right in the face and she was about to run away.

Zhao Nanqing rolled up her sleeves, tucked the hem of her skirt into her belt, and rushed towards the correctional mama.

Amelia Su felt dizzy and her blood surged: "That's enough!!!!!!"

Zhao Nanqing was frightened by Su Wan'er's momentum and stopped. The correctional mama also hid behind the pillars of the courtyard and peeked at the situation here.

Su Waner waved to the foster mother, then turned to Zhao Nanqing: "Follow me into the house."

Zhao Nanqing was still in a state of adrenaline, so she walked carelessly into Su Waner's room. Su Waner turned to look at Zhao Nanqing: "Put down your sleeves, and how can a woman lift up her skirt and hang it on her belt? How unbecoming!"

Zhao Nanqing looked down at her attire, stuck out her tongue, put down her sleeves and skirt one by one and straightened them out, and then looked at Amelia Su.