Male God, a Little Su

Zhe Liu didn't have any complaints, everyone was still alive, but it was a little bit tired and hard, and the rare thing was inner peace.

After washing for a long time, she just sat up and hammered her sore waist when she saw the kitchen steward walking towards her with a smile.

Looking closely, there are still undisguised flattery and fear in his eyes.

"Ouch, what are you doing, Miss Zheliu, these are blind, let you do this? Hurry up, hurry up, put it down, your Highness is looking for you!"

"His Royal Highness is looking for me?"

Zhe Liu parted his lips and smiled, "Auntie, I'm afraid you heard it wrong?"

His Highness had no choice but to send her away from afar, and it would be better not to appear under his nose for the rest of his life.

Do not--

To be precise, it was better not to appear in front of Su Ro's eyes.

"Oops! How could this kind of thing be faked? Even if we give ten courage to the slaves, we don't dare to lie!"

The old woman couldn't help but hurriedly snatched the bowl from Zhe Liu's hand, and another person pulled her up.

When she touched her hand, it was cold and cold, without the slightest temperature. At first glance, it was swollen like a carrot, and several places had broken open and festered.

"Yo, this..."

The old woman was taken aback and said, "Miss Zheliu, your hands... ah, you have killed these days! Miss Zheliu is a daughter of gold, how did she do such rough and heavy work, and I will punish you severely after that? them!"

Zheliu looked at them with a smile, and you were flattering each other without saying a word.

If you really want to manage such a large area of ​​the kitchen, how can you not know?

"Don't say that some of these are worthless, just say it directly, what's the matter."

Zheliu pulled his hand back, "I still have a yard of dishes to wash. If I can't finish it, I'm afraid I'll miss lunch."

Listening to her speaking lightly, the hearts of the two stewards trembled.

She laughed like she was crying, "Miss Zheliu, if we are sorry for you, just come with us!"

Zhe Liu smiled and lifted his eyelids, "So, who is looking for me?"

"It's the girl who doesn't speak! It's her who called you to serve."

This one caused everyone in the house to be trembling before, and His Highness couldn't help abandoning his bedroom, but instead squeezed into her dilapidated courtyard.

Although His Highness appeared to be imprisoned, he neither abolished his status nor confiscated his private property.

No one can say what the emperor is thinking.

Maybe someday, His Royal Highness will be released?

And His Royal Highness has always regarded women as nothing. In the past, whether it was the emperor or the courtiers, I don't know how many beautiful women were sent in. In the end, none of His Highness stayed, either he handed it over to someone else, or he stayed in the house as a maid.

This is the only one who has entered His Highness's eyes, do they dare to take it seriously?

"Don't speak?"

Zheliu's eyes lit up, she wiped her hands and stood up, "How is she doing? Did she say she wanted me to go back and serve?"

Although she didn't seem to have changed from just now, the cold aura on her body disappeared instantly, but she couldn't hide it from people's eyes.

"Yes, yes, Miss Zheliu, come with us!"

Seeing that she finally let go, the two old women let out a sigh and took Zhe Liu to go back to their lives.

"and many more--"

Zhe Liu paused, "I'll go back and change my clothes first."

"Breaking willows."

Before Zhe Liu approached, he heard a familiar voice. The tone was as lazy and elegant as always, but a little weaker than usual.

Her nose was sore, and she almost didn't cry.