C164 The princess was sent to clean the toilet

She knew that Yan Yuan had a lot more tricks than her.

"Butler."

He stared coldly at Liu Ruo Qing and shouted behind him.

"Your Highness."

The butler immediately rushed over, his gaze sweeping across Liu Ruo Qing's body without batting an eyelid.

"Get her a broom and a bucket."

"Yes."

The butler did not know what Yan Yuan was about to do and immediately stopped and turned around to leave.

Soon, the butler returned with a bucket and a broom. "Your Highness, this …"

He looked at Yan Yuan, then looked at Liu Ruo Qing, and awkwardly stood to the side.

"Give it to her."

"Yes."

The butler passed the items to Liu Ruo Qing and said, "Princess, take it."

Liu Ruo Qing did not know what Yan Yuan wanted her for. She reached out to take it, and said unhappily: "What?"

"Since you like to play with these filthy things so much, go wash up all the toilets in the prince's mansion."

"What?" You want me to wash the latrine? "

"You can also choose to report to the marble temple."

Right after he finished speaking, Liu Ruo Qing already took the water bucket and a broom and walked far away.

What a joke, going to marble temple was to make her admit that she had committed the crime of murdering the prince. She was not an idiot.

It was just a washroom. He just needed to wash it.

The butler looked at Liu Ruo Qing's flying figure and could not help but be speechless.

The princess ran so fast.

The latrine of the Prince's Mansion was, after all, slightly higher than that of an ordinary house of a hundred. When it was convenient for the servants, they would not act too presumptuously.

As such, the surroundings of the toilet could still be considered clean.

However, the toilet was after all, no matter how clean it was, it couldn't stop the sour smell from coming out.

Liu Ruo Qing held her breath, but the stench was still there.

He couldn't bear it. He had to endure it.

Who knew what that beast Yan Yuan would think up to deal with her.

Liu Ruo Qing resigned herself to her fate and stayed in the bathroom as she wiped every single piece of glazed roof tile on the toilet with a dejected look.

"Strange, in such a short time, how did my waist and back start hurting?"

She rubbed her sore waist and muttered in wonder.

Since she was young, she had been trained by her master to be tough and tough.

Although he hadn't done any hard labor, he was still someone who had gone to the grave and fought. Why was it that after cleaning the toilet for a while, his waist became so sore that he couldn't stand up straight?

In order to not give Yan Yuan the chance to cause trouble, Liu Ruo Qing did not rest, and continued to squat in the toilet to work hard for her.

"The heavens will descend upon the sages, and they will suffer first. They will suffer first, their bones will be worn out, and they will starve to death …"

Right now, Liu Ruo Qing's big responsibility was to dig Yan Yuan's grave as soon as she got back.

Every time she washed the toilet, her heart would grow firm.

At this time, outside the King Jing Palace, a handsome and refined youth appeared at the entrance of the Duke Palaces with a dignified appearance, exuding the aura of a king.

When they saw the other party striding into the manor, they were filled with a sense of calm.

"Your servant greets the Emperor."

The butler had not expected the Kaiser to appear at this time, and it was difficult to conceal the surprise in his eyes.

"No need for formalities."

Yan Shuo's gaze looked in the direction of the east yard, "We heard that royal uncle was injured, so we came over to take a look. "Where is he?"

"Reporting to the emperor, His Highness is resting at the East Courtyard."

The butler followed Yan Shuo and replied carefully.

Yan Shuo nodded his head, then thought of Liu Ruo Qing, his eyes revealing a hint of playfulness: "Where's Ninth Aunt, are they taking care of my uncle again?"

He specifically emphasized the two words "close to each other", and his words were rather ambiguous.

"Reporting to the emperor, the wangfei, she …" "She was punished by the prince and she went to sweep the toilet."

Yan Yuan's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he asked, "What did you say Ninth Aunt was doing?"

"Reporting to the emperor, the wangfei, she …" She's cleaning the toilet. "

Yan Shuo didn't say anything. As he imagined that Ninth Aunt of his would be punished to clean the toilet, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"What about the couple?"

"This …"

The corner of the butler's mouth twitched.

This matter was neither big nor small, it all depended on the attitude of the prince.

Since the prince didn't want the emperor to know, as his servant, he naturally had to know what the prince was thinking.

Immediately, he said to Yan Yuan, "Your majesty, you should go ask my Prince."

The butler stood by Yan Shuo's side in fear and trepidation.

When Yan Shuo entered the East Garden, he just happened to see Yan Yuan coming out from the house.

This time, although it was nothing major, but thinking about that damn woman was still vicious enough.

Although he had taken the medicine and was no longer vomiting and diarrhea like last night, his lower abdomen still ached a little.

"That damned little bastard."

Yan Yuan's legs were still a little weak. If it was anyone else, they would probably be lying on the bed without being able to get up after eating the four dishes that were specifically used for their stomachs.

"Could it be that this little bastard in the mouth of the imperial uncle is talking about my little aunt?"

The corners of Yan Shuo's lips curled up into a ridiculing smile.

Little Rascal …

"Puff …"

Yan Shuo finally could not hold back and laughed out loud.

Why did he feel that the three words "little bastard" came from the mouth of the unfeeling and unsmiling imperial uncle? So … So awkward.

Little Rascal, Little Rascal, you sound so intimate when you call me that. I wonder if Imperial Uncle felt it himself?

Seeing Yan Shuo's dubious expression, Yan Yuan's expression was a little unnatural.

He didn't know why he said "little bastard" just now, but now that he thought about it, it was true … It was too awkward.

"Why does the Emperor keep wanting to run to the King Jing Palace?"

Yan Yuan said in an indifferent tone, carrying a few traces of unhappiness.

Yan Shuo was not angry, he realized that every time he came to King Jing Palace, there would always be a good show.

"I heard that royal uncle was injured, and just came back from Rong Er's place to visit you."

The uncle and nephew duo walked into the courtyard and sat down. Very clearly, Yan Shuo realized that his footsteps were lacking, and it seemed that he was still sick.

The only one who could make royal uncle suffer like this should be the Ninth Aunt.

Thinking about the person who was still doing his best to clean the toilet, the smile in Yan Shuo's eyes grew even wider.

Every time Yan Yuan saw this smile in Yan Shuo's eyes, he would always feel that it was a little dazzling.

It was as if someone was coveting his precious princess wife.

"Now that you have seen it, can you go back to the palace? As the ruler of a nation, you should be concerned about national affairs, not these trivial matters of this king's palace. "

Even in the face of Yan Yuan's "lesson", Yan Shuo still did not get angry, he only smiled and said: "Uncle Huang is our blood uncle, and is also a pillar of our nation. Your body is unwell, how can we not come over to visit?"

Yan Yuan didn't have much of a difference in age with Yan Shuo, it could be said that they grew up together.

How could he not know what his nephew was thinking?

He was clearly here to see a joke, yet he had the nerve to come here and say such nonsense!

"Now that my visit is over, can I go back?"