After the cannon fodder prostitute was reborn, she was favored by the entire royal family

Xia Ziyan handed the thing in his hand to Su Xiaoxiao with a flattering look on his face: "Xiaoxiao, this is a medicinal porridge. I specially consulted Doctor Wang and Changfeng. The medicinal materials used are all good for the body."

Xuanyuan Yi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Sister-in-law, I heard from experienced people that you will feel uncomfortable when you get up on the first day of a wedding. We specially cooked medicinal porridge for you, Brother Crocodile Emperor, to replenish your health."

Xuanyuan Lang and Xi Ziting looked at the medicinal porridge in their hands, tangled again and again.

In the end, the two chose not to speak.

The medicinal materials are good, and the prescription is fine...

In the end, the problem all lies with people.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the so-called medicinal porridge that was as black as charcoal in front of her, and her forehead twitched hard.

After eating this stuff, I was afraid that I would be exhausted, so I went straight to chat with the King of Hell.

"Xiao Xiao, please forgive them, otherwise if you don't let them continue to struggle, you can choose a location to build another palace." Xia Zhiyu said with a smile on her face.

"Miss, the Third Prince and the others only stayed in the kitchen for two hours, but they blew up the kitchens of four palaces." Xiao Yan said with a smile in her eyes, "Even the kitchens in His Majesty's palace were bombed by them."

The four of them, Xi Ziting, are all pampered and pampered young men.

They were cooking porridge in the kitchen, and their destructive power was simply terrifying.

Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the porridge in Xia Ziyan's hand speechlessly: "So these...are the results of you bombing four kitchens?"

Xia Ziyan grimaced: "Xiaoxiao, I don't know what happened. I followed the recipe, but it ended up like this."

Next to him, Xi Ziting glared at him fiercely, "You idiot, you told me to use a low fire to make porridge, but you gave me a big fire. If I hadn't been quick, you would have burned all the medicinal ingredients!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Lang turned to look at him, "The cooks all say that porridge should be cooked slowly in a porcelain pot, but you said you don't have enough time.

Forget it, you have to use an iron pot, but also learn from the book to use internal energy to stimulate the fire. If you hadn't lost too much internal energy, you wouldn't have blown up the kitchen in my father's palace."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Why didn't these four idiots blow themselves up together?

"Why don't you drink this bowl of medicinal porridge and I'll forgive you?" Xuanyuan Qingmu's voice said with a smile.

Su Xiaoxiao turned around, stepped forward to take the person from Yun Ming's hand, and supported him, "Why don't you lie down for a while?"

Xuanyuan Qingmu raised the corners of his lips: "Get up and take a look at their medicinal porridge."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the four of them, "You drink this medicinal porridge yourself, and we will forgive you."

"Huh?" Xi Ziting and the other four were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the dark porridge in the bowl.

Xuanyuan Qingmu's eyes rose: "Is there a problem?"

The faint final note rose slightly, with full oppression.

Xi Ziting smelled the paste that hit the tip of his nose, swallowed hard, looked into Su Xiaoxiao's threatening eyes, and shook his head decisively, "No problem."

"No problem, just eat it." Xuanyuan Qingmu raised his chin.

The four of them looked at each other, with the solemn and solemn feeling of a strong man gone forever, and slowly picked up the bowl with trembling hands.

After taking a sip, the four of them stuck out their tongues and almost spit it out.

The four of them looked at Su Xiaoxiao and Xuanyuan Qingmu with grimaces: "Can you drink it slowly?"

Wow, this smell can send people away!

Su Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her lips, hummed softly, and supported Xuanyuan Qingmu as she walked into the palace, "Eat something, and let's go serve tea to our father and the others."

In the distance, Xia Jiangyi and Mrs. Xia looked at the smile on Su Xiaoxiao's face, and finally felt relieved.

Qingya, look, your daughter is living a very happy life!

After the wedding, Xijian sent a respected veteran to come to Dongchen in person to propose marriage for his prince.

An old minister from Xijian brought the imperial edict of the Emperor of Xijian.

In the imperial edict, Emperor Xijian made a promise to Xia Zhiyu. If Xi Ziting changed his heart or took another concubine, Xia Zhiyu could reconcile with Xi Ziting.

But the crown princess of Xijian and the future queen will always be Xia Zhiyu.

At Duke Xia's Mansion, Su Xiaoxiao glanced at the old minister of Xijian who was smiling with wrinkles, picked up the imperial edict on the table, and raised his eyebrows, "Emperor Xijian really spent a lot of money on this."

There is only one Crown Princess and Queen, Xia Zhiyu.

This imperial edict is equivalent to telling the world that the Xijian royal family only recognizes Xia Zhiyu as a daughter-in-law.

Xi Ziting placed the three herbs on the table: "Xiaoxiao, this is the herb for depression and heart disease. With these three herbs, I am sure to control the deterioration of Qingmu's heart disease."

Su Xiaoxiao slowly clasped her hands, took a deep breath, and said to Xi Ziting, "Thank you."

This thank you is sincere and comes from the bottom of my heart.

Xi Ziting glanced at Xia Zhiyu and smiled softly, "I will adjust the prescription tomorrow and then coordinate with the acupuncture. If you take good care of it later, it will not affect your lifespan."

Su Xiaoxiao held Xuanyuan Qingmu's hand, with a bright smile in her apricot eyes, "Amu."

Xuanyuan Qingmu held her hand, raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ears, and sighed softly, "Silly girl."

The fetters of the past life, we will stay together in this life, the world of mortals is enchanting, and we will stay with you.

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