C42

The matter that day still left a shadow on Bai Qianfan's mind. The wet nurse had said before, that men who didn't wear clothes would have needlepoint eyes, and their eyes would swell to the size of a walnut. She searched the entire world for flowers, finally finding one beside the wall in the front yard. It bloomed just right, gold and silver mixed together, and it was indescribably beautiful. A strong fragrance assaulted her nose, making her unable to restrain herself from taking a deep breath.

If her eyes were swollen, she was not afraid of anyone seeing that she had a needle in her eye. What would others think if a little girl could not see a man who wore clothes? They would think that she was a little immoral. Ever since she was young, the Madam had scolded her like this, calling her mother an old fool, she was a little immoral, she had no impression of her mother, she had an impression of her mother, she had an impression of her wet nurse, she was a honest and honest woman, not tall, strong, kind, especially fond of laughing, showing her big teeth when she smiled, and then one of her incisors fell off, making her laugh rather comical, but she felt sad, because that tooth had been beaten off for her by Madam's wet nurse.

Later, she got a few caterpillars to put in the nanny's clothes, stung her all over the red and swollen pimples, and was able to calculate a sigh of relief.

I really want to be a wet nurse! If only the wet nurse was still here. Although the Prince Chu Residence was not a good place, it was much better than the Prime Minister Bai's Mansion.

She let out a faint sigh and bent down to look for the stalk of the Silver Flower. It was not anything special, so she had to pick harder. The thicker ones would be picked first. She would come back after she used them.

After carefully selecting ten pieces, she wrapped them in a handkerchief and put them in her sleeve before turning around and returning to the backyard. After taking two steps, she caught a whiff of the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

So she sneaked into the kitchen and hid behind the cages. By this time, Hou's steamed buns were no longer hot, so she took two at a time. She put them in her sleeve and quietly left.

Outside, someone called out to her, "Hey, you! Carry a bundle of firewood in."

She took a bundle of firewood from the wall and put it in with an "oh". When she came out again, a yellow chicken came to her feet, seemingly unafraid of her, and even pecked a few times at her shoe rack. She found it very interesting, broke off a few buns from her sleeve, and scattered them on the ground.

She looked at it for a while, then lifted her foot and left, but the chicken was also strange. Seeing her leave, it stopped eating the steamed bun and chased after her, staying at her feet.

Bai Qianfan was a little strange, she squatted down and asked, "Do you want to follow me?"

The chick could not speak, but stared at her with its pair of round eyes. It tilted its head as if it was curious about her.

Bai Qianfan tried to reach out to touch it, but the little chicken didn't avoid her. It obediently stood there, and she gently stroked the fur on its head, "Don't follow me, I'm still not full yet.

She was fast, it was fast, she was slow, it was slow as well. Bai Qianfan was completely amazed, it was really a chicken that understood human nature. She crouched down and picked it up, and the chick let her hold it and looked at her, moving its head from side to side.

Bai Qianfan laughed: "Alright, since you are willing to follow me, I will take you in, but following me is just plain rice, don't despise me, hunger isn't something you can get hungry for. "With me, with you."

Seeing that there was no one around, she hurriedly carried the chicken to the backyard and heard someone shout, "Halt!" You chicken thief! "

Bai Qianfan was so scared that she started to run, but with the chicken in her hands, she couldn't run fast. Someone in front heard her shout and came to stop her, and someone from behind also caught up with her.

Bai Qianfan wasn't afraid of anything else, she was only afraid that they would suppress the little chicks. She shouted with all her might, "Don't press down on my chicken, don't press down on my chicken …"

They pushed her to the ground, and a cook grabbed the chicken and spat at her, "Your chicken? You dare to say this is your chicken? There are exactly 12 of them, you chicken thief, you stole such a small chicken, you must have lost your virtue, say, who cares about being a servant, give her to Head Steward to pass on her 30 boards. "

Just then, another chef found out about the steamed buns on the ground. After a moment of pushing and shoving, the steamed buns fell out of Bai Qianfan's sleeves and she cried out sharply, "So you are that thief who stole the steamed buns, I knew it! Every day, there are less steamed buns, but you stole them!

Bai Qianfan's face did not change as she looked at the chicken in the cook's hand and muttered, "The chick herself followed me."

"Heh, you little b * stard, you're just spouting nonsense. I want to leave with you and the steamed buns are also going to come to your sleeves?"

Bai Qianfan stopped talking, she only looked at the little chicken and the little chicken also looked at her. Suddenly, their wings flapped, as if they were about to fly towards her. However, she was firmly grabbed by the kitchen servant and viciously knocked on its head. "You reckless bastard, do you want to go with the little thief? She stewed mushrooms with you. "

"Don't hit it!" Bai Qianfan pounced over to try and snatch the chicken, but was pushed back by the kitchen servant and fell to the ground again.

The kitchen servant pointed at her angrily. "If it weren't for the rules of the palace, we would have skinned you alive today."

Although they did not manage to skin her alive, these kitchen maids were all very powerful. They looked tall and sturdy, no different from men, their cursing and beating were even more sinister than men, they pinched and pinched her, Bai Qianfan had suffered a lot, but it was nothing big of a deal to her, she only pitied that little chicken.

For a moment, she had the feeling that Tian Ya had fallen to someone else. Not with a person, but with a chicken.

Sitting on the ground and sighing, he heard a servant shout, "The Head Steward has spoken, beat up the thief and find someone to sell it to."

A few kitchen maids, whose hands were itching, rolled up their sleeves and aggressively hit her when they heard this.

Although Bai Qianfan had a few flowery moves, facing such a ferocious chef, he could only hug her head and get beaten up. Fortunately, the little chicken had escaped from the hands of the kitchen maid. It flapped its wings and flew to the side, but did not go far, and stood there looking at Bai Qianfan.

The things inside her sleeves fell to the ground. She did not care to hold her head as she frantically picked them up and put them away in her bosom. Her face was immediately painful from being scratched by the chef's sharp black nails, and she almost lost her eyesight.

A supervisor came over and said, "If you want to vent your anger, then do it, don't kill them, didn't Head Steward say that they would kill us, and tell us to sell them."

Bai Qianfan brushed away the messy hair on his face, and looked at them calmly. "You can't sell me, I'm the Princess Chu."