The witch comes into my arms

The memory of the seventh prince in this life for more than ten years is still no match for the habits of more than twenty years in his previous life. Xia Yuan went to bed very late, and when he woke up, it was already bright.

During breakfast, Hanyue brought the little queen.

Yesterday's questioning has not yet been completed, and there are two important things that Xia Yuan has not yet said.

"Greetings to Your Highness." The girl knelt in front of Xia Yuan and said timidly.

Hanyue taught her some etiquette and calmed her down. Although she was still a little shy when she saw her today, she was much better than yesterday.

"Get up, you don't have to kneel anymore." Xia Yuan put down the Yuanxiao in his hand, wiped his palms, and waved to her.

Hanyue pushed her, and she walked up to Xia Yuan in small steps, her head lowered.

Xia Yuan reached out his hand, hooked her chin, and raised her little face.

Hanyue wore a light green skirt for her. The size of the skirt was a bit larger, which made her look even more petite.

Her black hair was neatly combed and tied into a small bun - her shoulder-length short hair could only be tied into a small bun.

The girl's eyes were panicked, her pupils turned left and right, she didn't dare to look directly at Xia Yuan, but she seemed more alert.

Ten years later, the graceful and graceful Queen Yongye, who had dominated a country, turned out to be such a pitiful little girl.

"Yes, you can see the style."

Xia Yuan let go of his hand, and the girl let out a sigh of relief and quickly lowered her head. Unexpectedly, her waist tightened, her feet were free, and she sat on Xia Yuan's lap again.

Xia Yuan flicked the green Bu Yao on the back of her head, thinking of the purple eyes in his memory, and told Han Yue: "Get some rolls of purple cloth from the library and cut some clothes for her."

Hanyue was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response.

The Daning Dynasty respected yellow, but purple was also a noble color. Some heads of small countries wore purple to show humility.

Even Hanyue only has one light purple dress that the empress admired.

She looked into the girl's eyes with some envy, not for the clothes themselves, but for the girl who could make His Highness pay attention to what she was wearing.

The girl didn't know the meaning of the colors. She lowered her head and stared at her palms with her pure eyes for most of the time. For the other half of the time, she secretly glanced to the side and scanned the Yuanxiao and Lotus packets on the table.

"What's your name?" Xia Yuan asked.

He knew the future name of the little queen, but not her current name.

Hanyue on the side raised her hand, covered her lips and smiled softly.

Xia Yuan glanced at her doubtfully, wondering what she was laughing at until the girl gave her answer.

"Little Mao'er."

"...?"

The future master of the Zi Mansion, the third in the Heavenly Ranking, the Queen of Li Guo, the final BOSS of the first major version, the terminator of the Daning Dynasty, and the reminder of the eternal sage, actually has such a... name full of local flavor?

Xia Yuan couldn't connect this name with the future Queen of Yongye, so he could only comfort himself that luckily, it wasn't Godan'er.

"From now on, your name will be Leng Qiu." He changed the girl's name.

Xiao Lengqiu blinked and wanted to look up at the boy, but she held back.

She remembers this rule very clearly, not to look directly at noble people. Along with the rule, the heat of the whip comes to mind.

She was puzzled. Leng Qiu was the name given to her by her mother. How did His Highness get such a coincidence.

"Just follow Hanyue." Xia Yuan said again.

This is to arrange the girl in his room to be a personal maid.

After a few days of recuperation, let her start practicing.

"Yes." Leng Qiu agreed ignorantly.

Since entering the palace, she has been in a daze. She has worn beautiful clothes that she has never worn before, slept on a soft bed that she has never slept on, taken a hot bath that she has never taken, and met people she has never seen before. A handsome young man.

She felt that her head was like the Yuanxiao in the bowl, dazed, soft and waxy, sticking to her teeth and sweet in her mouth when she took a bite.

She licked her lips.

Hanyue didn't starve her, and fed her shortbread early in the morning, but she ate a lot, and the shortbread was too small, so it only filled the bottom of her stomach.

Xia Yuan had already noticed her glance at the table, picked up a porcelain spoon, scooped up a Yuanxiao, and brought it to her lips.

"Open your mouth," he said.

Xiao Lengqiu opened her lips slightly, and the soft and glutinous Yuanxiao slipped into her mouth.

Hanyue's eyes grew hot, His Highness had never fed her like this.

Xia Yuan had eaten most of the bowl of Yuanxiao, and there were only two left at the bottom of the bowl. After feeding, Xia Yuan was not satisfied, and Xiao Lengqiu was not full either.

He picked up the lotus bag on the plate.

Lotus buns are not steamed buns, but steamed buns. Use small scissors to carefully cut out the lotus petals, brush them with a layer of powder, and add a dot of red. When steamed, they look like blooming lotus flowers, which are extremely beautiful.

The chef in the palace has a wonderful technique. The lotus petals are cut lifelike, and the layer of powder has different shades. It doesn't look like eating, but more like a wooden carving toy.

Xiao Lengqiu really thought it was a wood carving, and kept thinking in her mind, how could a wood carving exude the fragrance of steamed buns?

When Xia Yuan put the lotus bun against her lips, she realized that it was a steamed bun.

She has seen Yuanxiao before, but she has never seen lotus buns. She knows how precious they are and does not dare to be as presumptuous as eating Yuanxiao.

She opened her teeth slightly and took a bite of half of the edge.

Xia Yuan smiled: "These are all yours, don't be restrained, eat them!"

"Really?" The little queen couldn't believe it.

This was the first time she took the initiative to talk to Xia Yuan, and the boy touched her hair.

"of course it's true."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Yuan's eyes blurred and his hands were empty.

"...!"

Where are my A-cup big lotus bags?

He stared at the girl's light red lips and wondered how such a small mouth could eat such a large lotus bun in one bite.

He didn't know that if Leng Qiu didn't have this ability, he wouldn't have been able to fill his stomach half full in his previous life.

After chewing two mouthfuls of lotus buns and swallowing them, the little girl looked at his palms and then at the remaining lotus buns.

"Eat slowly, only half a bite is allowed! Chew carefully!"

Xia Yuan slowly fed the remaining lotus bag to the girl and asked the maid to lead her down.

Hanyue brought him another snack.

"Sister, feed me."

Xia Yuan's request made Hanyue dumbfounded. She obviously cared about Xiao Lengqiu, but when it came to her, she acted like a baby.

She pinched the imperial concubine cake and put it into Xia Yuan's mouth.

"What's going on over there in Leng Qiu?" Xia Yuan put his arms around Han Yue's waist and asked while eating.

"Her parents died young and the family was destitute. My aunt took her to marry into another family, and that family used her as a servant."

An aunt is a concubine. To have a concubine, Leng Qiu's original family background was relatively wealthy. If his parents were still alive, he could still be called young lady.

"Where's the hair?"

There are not so many red tapes in the cultivation realm of Xuntian Continent, but the concept of body, hair, and skin being affected by parents still exists, and few people will cut their hair short.

"Burned."

The room fell silent, and Xia Yuan knocked on the table: "Which family?"

"A merchant. The aunt was a good girl. The condition for her remarriage was to treat the child well. Who knew that the merchant was just trying to coax her, but it was difficult for her to reconcile after they got married, so he asked someone to help her at the Mi Zhu Pavilion, half selling and half giving away. , let the kid leave."

"Let grandma handle it," Xia Yuan said.

"Yes, I will talk to grandma today."

"I'm going to say it, just in time to see grandma."

Hanyue took out a handkerchief, wiped Xia Yuan's lips, sent him out of the backyard, and returned to work.