snow white his stepmother

The servants wore headscarves in their costumes. An Jie and Snow covered most of their faces with the headscarves, and walked towards the kitchen with plates in their hands.

Not long after the sun had set, An Jie found that although the palace was still in order, the number of patrolling guards had increased a lot, and some people still showed obvious anxiety on their faces.

"Hey, those two sneaky people over there, what are you doing?" Someone called out to An Jie and Snow, "What are you holding?"

Snow covered his face with his collar and did not answer. An Jie lowered his head, half of his face was covered by his long bangs, and he said in a respectful voice: "My lord, we are the Queen's servants, follow his order to deliver to the kitchen. A piece of wild game, ask the chef to boil it into soup for the prince to eat."

The guard stepped forward, took the plate in An Jie's hand and opened the cover, and was disgusted by the bloody smell that gushed out instantly. The things on the plate were bloody and bloody, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

"What?" he asked, frowning.

"A bear's heart." An Jie took the plate from the guard and said with a smile, "The queen's hunters hunted it in the forest and just brought it here."

The guard's eyes were a little puzzled, but An Jie lowered his voice and continued: "Don't tell others, this is a surprise from the queen to his dear nephew, Prince Lucas."

The guard suddenly realized, he smiled, made a movement to sew his mouth shut, blinked his eyes as if he had reached a consensus with An Jie, then straightened his expression, and walked past with a serious face.

An Jie touched his nose and looked at Snow.

However, Snow was lowering his head and snickering. Seeing him looking over, he leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you know the relationship between Morian and Lucas?"

An Jie was at a loss.

"Morian and Lucas are actually not related by blood. Morian's mother is Lucas' father's stepmother." Snow chuckled, "Anjieer, use your clever mind to guess."

An idea came to An Jie's mind, and he looked at Snow in disbelief.

Snow chuckled, and said softly, "Keep it secret."

An Jie didn't know what to do with a good expression, he suddenly understood why Snow insisted on making soup of Morian's heart and liver for Lucas to eat - I won't move you, I will touch the person you care about, I will give it to you. I cut you with a knife and asked you to dig up the knife wound without knowing it.

——As long as you really care, once you know the truth, you will be overwhelmed with pain; even if you don't care, you will be disgusted.

An Jie was still a little uncomfortable at first, but after learning about these things, he was unexpectedly eager to try, probably because his hatred for Lucas was not much less than Snow's.

An Jie and Snow went to the kitchen smoothly. At this moment, the kitchen was preparing dinner in full swing. The people inside were so busy that they came and went in a huddle, and the vegetable washers were all driven to the door.

An Jie walked over with the plate, without bowing his head, pointed at the vegetable washer with a proud expression that only showed his nostrils, and handed over what he had: "Take it, this is for Queen Morian to give Ask the chef to make soup for the prince’s wild game.”

The vegetable washer took it in a daze, and before he could speak, An Jie turned and left.

The little vegetable washer hesitated for a while, then walked in with the dishes.

Although An Jie put on a lot of pretense along the way, he was inevitably nervous. He turned around and left, fearing that the people in the kitchen would recognize him.

The two walked to the flowers next to the kitchen, and An Jie asked Snow, "Do you think the people in the kitchen can do it?"

Snow looked at him innocently, and said, "I don't know either."

The two stared at each other, but Snow still laughed: "Don't worry, let's wait here, and we can see the situation when Lucas's servant comes to urge dinner later."

An Jie felt uneasy, but there was nothing he could do.

After a while, a servant came to the kitchen. He yelled at the cooks and said, "Is the prince's dinner ready? Oh! My God! You lazy fellows are still in a hurry, don't you have a whip?" Can I make you move faster?"

The person inside nodded and bowed, and said to the irascible servant: "My lord, it will be ready soon. Look, these dishes just need to be covered and served on the table."

The servant frowned and looked at these dishes, and said critically: "It's the same every day, isn't there any new change?"

Someone replied: "My lord, there is an extra dish today. It is the meat soup specially prepared by Queen Morian for the prince. The chef boiled it for three hours with the best fire." It was finely chopped and then boiled for a while. The meat soup was shown to the servant. The servant took a silver spoon and tasted it. He frowned and said, "The taste is still fresh, but we should add more salt."

Immediately the kitchen graciously added a little more salt to the broth, and the footman tasted it again, stirring it with his used spoon, to express his satisfaction.

An Jie hid by the window on the side of the kitchen, staring dumbfounded. He didn't worry that the manservant actually ate Morian's heart, but he thought in his heart: If there were more round trips, how much more saliva would Lucas eat?

Not long after, the kitchen finally prepared all the dishes, and some people were recruited to carry the dishes and send them to the dining room with the servants.

An Jie and Snow followed behind this group of people, intending to hang out and watch the fun, but they were stopped and told to take the tablecloths to spread the table later, which scared An Jie into a cold sweat.

On the other hand, Snow was still smiling, with a good attitude and a face full of joy.

Seeing that An Jie was uneasy, Snow said with a smile: "Don't worry, Lucas never pays attention to the people below, or in other words, ugly people never get into his eyes. We just need to do the things at hand in peace." Just do it."

An Jie thought about the looks of himself and Snow now—wearing ill-fitting and plain servant clothes, one with short hair sticking to the scalp and wrapped in a turban, the other with dirty and messy hair, covering his face and making a fuss. The turban is still a turban, no matter how you look at it, you can't see a pleasing look.

He relieved himself and followed the crowd with the tablecloth in his hand.

When they arrived at the dining room, Lucas hadn't appeared yet. First, someone took off the decorations on the table, wiped them clean with a wet kerchief, and then instructed An Jie and Snow to come forward and spread the tablecloth, and then served dishes one by one. Serve it up.

When everything was ready and all the servants stood quietly at one side of the hall, Lucas came out surrounded by the servants.

Lucas still looks lazy and arrogant, but his face is gloomy, his eyes are black and blue, he seems to have not slept well for a long time, and he is very tired. As soon as he sits on the chair, the servant beside him is very attentive. He took a small bowl carefully, and An Jie took a closer look, and it really contained the meat soup.

With drooping eyelids, Lucas stirred casually with a spoon, dipped his mouth twice, and asked, "Where's Morian?"

The male servant was taken aback, and said, "When I went to invite the queen just now, he didn't answer, probably because he was asleep."

Lucas frowned, and took another two sips of meat soup: "Why did you sleep again? Forget it, he's been too tired recently, so don't bother him, and prepare some supper, if he wakes up at night."

The servant nodded with a smile, leaned into Lucas's ear and said, "Prince, Queen Morian misses you as much as you do. This is the meat soup she specially prepared for you."

Lucas was taken aback, staring down at the meat soup in his hand, his expression gradually stiffened.

"You said she was asleep, and she prepared meat soup for me?" Lucas' voice was full of danger, and his expression became ferocious, making the servant tremble uncontrollably.

The servant was trembling with fear from Lucas's terrifying face, and said, "Prince...that's what the people in the kitchen said..."

"Idiot!" Lucas was furious. He was so angry that he flipped his hands and smashed the meat soup in the bowl on the ground. "You didn't listen to what I said, did you? That guy Snow White is missing! As long as there is a little abnormality , let me know immediately! Have you forgotten?!"

"Notice, close the palace gate, no one can enter or leave!"

Lucas yelled angrily, his eyes scanned the surrounding crowd dangerously, An Jie and Snow lowered their heads, and Lucas didn't notice.

Lucas got angry and shouted again: "Ask someone to open Morian's door and make sure he's still inside!"

The servant hurriedly sent someone out, and Lucas paced up and down in the dining room, restless, and finally walked out with a sullen face.

A group of people followed Lucas out in panic, and An Jie and Snow were also dragged along and had to follow.

Lucas hurried to Morian's room.

A group of people marched through the garden, and saw a wooden barrel hanging on a rope outside the window of Morian's room. It was soaked in water or something, and a viscous liquid oozed out of it. It dripped on the window sill first, and then fell down the window sill. The liquid dyed the bottom of the barrel dark brown.

Morian's room is on the third floor. If you don't look up, you can't see it at all. The dew is heavy at night, and the viscous liquid drips on your head. You probably think it's the dew falling from the window sill. It is less likely to be noticed.

At this moment, Lucas was anxious about Morian, and suddenly found something hanging on the window sill.

An Jie also noticed the wooden barrel, his expression changed, and he looked at Snow.

Snow raised his finger and shushed with a smile.

Lucas stopped in his tracks, his face changing unpredictably. It took him a while to speak, his voice extremely dry: "Where is the person who called Morian?"

The male servant said in fear: "Probably, it has already arrived."

Lucas was expressionless. He seemed to have seen the people who had been dispatched to open the two gates forcefully, and broke the rope tied to the barrel. Then, with a bang, the barrel hit the window sill, and then fell. Rolled on the ground into the garden, was broken by a stone and split into two halves, revealing the inside...

The fact is also developing as he thought.

Everyone only heard a bang, and looked up in fright.

The barrel, which had been hanging from the window, fell somehow on the sill with a loud bang, then fell to the ground, rolled into the garden, and was split in two by a stone.

Some timid maids screamed and even fainted with their eyes closed.

But no one cared about them.

Because everyone was so horrified by the things in the barrel that they couldn't speak.

Queen Morian, whose face had turned pale, was curled up in a wooden barrel strangely, strung together by iron nails as long as her arms, as if she was about to be sacrificed to the devil.

His abdomen was dug open, exposing the bloody internal organs inside, and because of the rolling, the contents inside also fell out, spilling the entire wooden barrel.

People can't help but be surprised that such a shriveled person like a mummy actually has so much blood and... content.

Lucas's face was very pale, as pale as a ghost, but he had been so pale and tired since just now, so it seemed that there was no superfluous change.

He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Everyone was frightened and motionless, and the guards who heard the sound and ran over also dared not move because of the tragedy in the barrel.

At this time, the person who opened the door of Morian's room walked to the window sill. The person seemed to be surprised by the sound coming from outside, and wanted to go to the window to look outside. Because of his movement, the naked body on the curtain fell down and hung on the window. The man screamed in fright and fell back into the room.

Everyone gasped in unison, and they didn't dare to move anymore. They were gripped by goosebumps and cold sweat all over their bodies, and they were tongue-tied but unable to make a sound.

Finally, Lucas spoke, and he said, "Go and see if there is still a heart in Queen Morian's body."

"If not..." He seemed to be smiling, his eyes were blood red like a ghost, "Pick up the piece of meat soup that I threw on the ground just now, I want to eat it all, little by little."

The face of the servant beside him changed drastically, and he immediately scratched his throat and retched.