After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

"Tian San, you go to the store and squat, I'm right here, we're watching 24 hours a day, I don't believe we can't catch evidence of Song Weitang's establishment."

Tian Si narrowed his eyes and said.

"it is good."

Tian San, always led by Tian Si, nodded immediately, and then squatted to the side.

The two of them don't belong to any media magazines. They are two little reporters who act alone. They specialize in shooting all kinds of privacy in the entertainment industry. Tian Si has a good eye. The people who have been eyeing these years are basically popular.

Tian Si held the miniature camera in his hand, and then chose the location.

Song Weitang's play today was after she entered the palace, because of her diligence and good cooking, the young emperor praised her and specially rewarded her with things.

Mei Guiren, who was accompanying the young emperor at that time, was jealous, found a reason, and punished Song Weitang to kneel in the corridor.

Song Weitang knelt in the corridor, under the heavy snow, she shivered from the cold.

Even if someone pities her, they dare not do anything.

Mrs. Mei is in favor.

Who would touch Mei Guiren's bad luck.

The little kitchen lady in thin clothes knelt down on the ground, her lips were black and blue, and her face was almost so white that there was no trace of blood.

The slender body is crumbling.

Is she going to die!

The little cook thought in a daze.

Mother, Father, Sister...

In the distance, heavy snow is flying, filling the red glazed tiles.

A man wrapped in fiery red fox fur came out slowly.

Wherever he went, everyone fell to their knees, trembling slightly.

He stood at the highest point in the imperial city with his hands behind his back.

The little eunuch behind him bit his lip and looked into the distance from time to time.

Someone just came to report.

He didn't know when to speak or not to speak.

It stands to reason that the life and death of a little cook should not bother Jiu Qiantui.

But this cook was carried out by Jiuqian herself before.

At this moment, the little eunuch was constantly struggling in his heart and didn't know what to do.

"What is De'an doing today?"

Finally, when the person in front of him was so entangled in his heart, he asked lightly.

De'an hurriedly fell to his knees on the ground.

"Chitose, a little girl in the imperial dining room made a mistake, Mrs. Mei Gui punished her to kneel on the air vent, today..."

De'an didn't finish his sentence.

Quietly raised his head and looked at the young man ahead.

The young man looked calm.

De'an couldn't help but sighed in his heart, it seemed that it was just an accident, this girl, Nine Thousand Years Old, didn't care at all.

But suddenly felt a gust of wind.

He raised his head, only seeing the background of his own nine-thousand-year-old family.

The little cook was so cold that she started to feel confused.

She squinted her eyes, vaguely as if someone was standing in front of her.

She wants to call for help.

but……

The little cook shrank her neck, who in this deep palace will care who lives or dies.

The little cook pursed her lips, she never wanted to come to this place in her next life.

Finally, the petite body fell down little by little.

But no pain as expected.

She seemed to fall into something.

She wanted to open her eyes to take a look, but she had no strength left.

De'an hurried over, and what he saw was the fiery nine thousand years old holding the thin girl in his arms.

Heavy snow fell on his shoulders, and the snow-white red clothes looked extraordinarily dazzling, as if they had merged with the red wall.

The surrounding palace people are already stupid.

"Tell the doctor."

The calm man looked at the pale girl in his arms, frowned slightly and said.

Only then did De'an react, and hurriedly rushed to Tai Hospital.

"It's so fragrant, so fragrant, the taste of lotus seed porridge...!"

The little cook on the bed sniffed and slowly opened her eyes.

She was stunned for a moment when she saw the extremely luxurious room.

Turning her head, the palace servants in pink palace attire were standing on both sides.

She was stunned.

"The girl is awake."

The leading lady-in-waiting stepped forward and first brought over a basin of hot water.

The little cook dipped her hands into the hot water and felt the scorching heat.

Her whole body began to warm up.

The maid on the other side brought over hot lotus seed porridge.

Although the little cook was a little taken aback, her stomach was rumbling.

The fragrance of the lotus seeds is accompanied by the sweet-scented osmanthus sprinkled on it, which is simply refreshing.

She took a deep breath, then picked it up, and began to eat in big mouthfuls.

"Slow down girl."

After eating and drinking enough, the little cook asked belatedly.

"where am I?"

The maids who were smiling just now all quieted down at this moment, and after looking at each other, they stood on both sides in an orderly manner.

Although the little cook in front of her is of low status.

But now no one in the whole palace dares to despise her.

Who doesn't know that Mei Guiren, who has a strong family, punished the person in front of him, and was reprimanded by His Majesty for breaking a bowl in the afternoon, and was thrown into the cold palace directly.

There are so many pairs of eyes in the palace, but it was the one who carried her in personally at that time.

The leading ladies in the palace couldn't help showing envious glances in their eyes.

The little cook scratched her head with a dazed expression, completely unaware of what happened.

Today's drama is almost over here.

Song Weitang took off her make-up, and when she turned her head, she saw Zhuo Qingheng, who was usually cold and reticent, eating lotus seed porridge.

She made all the things that the crew involved in eating by herself.

The staff of the film crew were okay, but it was Shen Qi and Zhuo Qingheng who were doing the finishing touches professionally now.

Whatever she does, she doesn't choose these two items, she eats everything according to the order.

"Aqiu, we have been friends for many years, and I have something to tell you."

When Song Weitang walked to the door, she heard the director speak earnestly to Zhuo Qingheng's manager, Brother Qiu.

Seeing the director's posture all of a sudden, Brother Qiu's heart trembled.

Could it be that his ancestors have messed up again?

Random tweets?

Falling in love behind his back?

Brother Qiu's whole nerves are broken now.

After all, Zhuo Qingheng did not make troubles before.

"Can you make him eat less, he has gained a lot of weight, we are in a costume drama, if he continues like this, he will hardly be able to wear the costume."

Song Weitang, who had just walked to the side, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Then he was immediately glared at by the director.

She immediately raised her hands.

"I'm not fat."

The director gave Song Weitang an angry look.

"You're not fat, but it's all because of you. Shen Qi and Zhuo Qingheng are almost like pigs."

Director Wang only feels a headache now.

"You can't cook them a fat-reducing meal."

Director Wang couldn't help complaining.

The original good-looking crew, if it continues like this, it is estimated that when the time comes to wrap up, they will be able to harvest two white flour steamed buns.

"I don't want to eat fat-reducing meals, Sister Tang, you must not listen to Uncle Wang."

Shen Qi, who just came over, shook his head like a rattle when he heard about the fat-reducing meal.

What are you kidding, he is still growing his body, he must eat more meat to grow his body!

Those female stars in the circle eat a banana a day and drink water when they are hungry.

He doesn't want it, he doesn't want it to die.