"The princess, this is not good, the princess!" Erme was so anxious that she almost cried.

This princess, since she became pregnant, her temper has become much more willful.

Don't talk about it, let's talk about the matter in front of her, the princess actually ordered someone to bring the beggar who blocked the way back to the prince's mansion, and asked people to bathe him and change clothes, and invited the other party to dinner.

God, even if you want to accumulate blessings for the little prince, you don't need to accumulate blessings in this kind of thing!

A beggar blocks the way, and he takes it back to the Shizifu to take care of it, and if other people do the same, won't the Shizifu become an almshouse?

"Oh, it's so long-winded, this concubine lets you do whatever you want, where did you come from so much." Osmanthus doesn't care so much, she has finally found something to do now, and naturally she can't let it go lightly.

Erme had no choice but to let people see the beggar and bring him back to the prince's mansion.

The beggar didn't even resist at all, and if it weren't for the fact that he was still walking on two legs, Osmanthus would have wondered if the man had fainted to death.

In a wing room of the Shizi Mansion, a strange middle-aged man was sitting at the table, eating the food in front of him politely, and with that elegant momentum, the osmanthus who had just come in was stunned for a moment.

Looking at this grandeur, this posture, is it really the beggar he just let people bring back?

As soon as the osmanthus came in, the man also felt it, looked up at the osmanthus, but the action of holding the chopsticks in his hand was stiff, and then his face was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, you ......" the man was the first to speak, but it was only this one word that was repeated over and over again.

Osmanthus was really not used to being stared at like this, so she coughed dryly, pretended to be natural, and then sat in the chair next to her.

"Let's eat! After eating enough, this concubine has something to ask you. ”

Osmanthus pretended to be calm and calm, and the man calmed down, although his face was still a little unnatural, but fortunately, he would not stop shouting "you, you".

It's just that in this way, the other party seems to have lost interest in the food, and it is not at all like the beggar when he sees the delicious food.

"The grass people are not hungry anymore, if the princess has anything to say, please ask!"

Listening to the other party's words, the other party obviously knows his identity.

But knowing the identity, she didn't mean to salute at all, which made Osmanthus can't help but raise her eyebrows.

What is the origin of this beggar, it looks very different!

"Why don't you salute this concubine?" Osmanthus still couldn't help the curiosity in her heart and asked.

"Since ancient times, the elder and the young have been respectful and inferior, and there is a fixed order. If you see the princess outside on weekdays, the grass people kneel and salute at the moment. It's just that the grass people don't worship today, so naturally there is a reason not to worship. ”

The other party's mouth is Wen Zou Zou's words, although Osmanthus doesn't like to listen to it very much, but he has to admit that the impression that this beggar gave himself has been refreshed over and over again.

"Oh? That concubine really wants to hear what your reasoning is today. ”

Osmanthus doesn't care about those false courtesies, but it doesn't mean that you can ignore anything.

Hearing Osmanthus say this, the beggar was obviously stunned, then chuckled lightly, and said: "This truth, the princess may not want to, or it is better not to know."

"What do you mean by that?" Osmanthus was unhappy in her heart, the middle-aged man in front of her always gave herself a feeling that she had something to say and wanted to say something to herself, but she didn't say it clearly.

It feels really bad to be led by the nose, osmanthus has an urge to leave immediately, but she is very curious about the identity of the other party.

As a result, the atmosphere can't help but fall into an eerie silence.

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