Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Yingniang thought about it and realized that anyone who could be so generous as to give Xiaoguoer such a precious thing must have extraordinary power or wealth. In Shangjing City, apart from the emperor, there is the richest family in Li Dynasty - the Tang family.

I didn't expect Tang Jingchen to be so nice to Xiao Guoer...

Seeing the incredulous expressions on Yueya and Mrs. Zhou's faces, Yingniang explained in a gentle voice, "This is indeed a rare and precious item. It has always been sent to the palace as a tribute. Not to mention that ordinary people have never seen it, even ordinary dignitaries may not be able to taste it."

Yueya was outspoken and could not help but exclaim in surprise, "My goodness, this is comparable to the peaches of the Queen Mother!"

When they saw her eyes wide open in shock, she no longer had her usual cleverness and looked adorable and innocent. Her words were also very funny, and they all laughed.

Yueya was reluctant to eat it, holding the small fruit tightly, and said, "It's such a rare thing, wouldn't it be a waste if I eat it? I'd better put it away."

Xiao Guoer couldn't stop laughing. "If we keep these lychees till tomorrow, they won't be fresh anymore. That would be a waste. Let's eat them now."

Upon hearing this, Yueya had no choice but to open her mouth reluctantly.

Seeing that she was about to put the lychee with the skin on, Xiao Guoer quickly stopped her, "Why don't you even peel it?"

Yueya put the lychee that was just about to reach her mouth into her palm and looked at the second girl in confusion, "Ah? I have to peel it again?"

The three of them didn't know that the lychees had to be peeled. They all looked at the lychees in their hands. The surface was indeed hard and rough.

Yueya said hurriedly, "I'll go get the knife."

Xiao Guoer hurriedly stopped her from running away, "No need for a knife, just use your hands."

As he spoke, he picked up a lychee from Yingniang's hand and demonstrated it to the three of them.

The second girl found a dividing line on the lychee skin, pressed her hands on the dividing line and gently pinched it. The dark red shell instantly cracked open, and she used her two thumbs to pull the skin out along the crack, and the crystal clear flesh appeared at her fingertips.

Yueya and Zhou Pozi hurriedly started to make the dumplings according to the second girl's instructions.

Just as Yingniang was about to take action, a piece of white and tender fruit flesh was handed to her mouth.

She looked up in astonishment. Xiao Guoer, who was standing opposite her, was holding up a freshly peeled lychee and said to her with a smile, "Sister, eat quickly."

A sour taste suddenly surged up to Yingniang's nose and went straight to her eyes. She blinked her eyes, which were filled with sourness and were about to burst into tears, and opened her mouth to take a bite of the tender and juicy fruit flesh.

The sweet taste, mixed with the touching feeling in her chest, will be unforgettable for her.

After eating, Yueya spat out a core into her palm and exclaimed, "What a sweet fruit!"

Mrs. Zhou beside her was equally delighted and said, "I never thought that one day I, an old woman, would be able to eat such delicious food that even the nobles could not. It really is not a life lived in vain!"

Yingniang peeled the last lychee in her hand and passed it to Xiaoguo'er in the same way, "Xiaoguo, eat it too."

Xiao Guoer didn't take them, but just said with a smile, "Sister, you have eaten them all, I ate them when I was out, and I brought these back especially for you."

Yingniang refused, "Then eat another one too. It's not our turn to eat. You just watch." As she said that, she passed the food forward again, directly to Xiaoguo'er's lips.

Seeing that she insisted, Xiao Guoer stopped refusing and opened his mouth to take it in.

The watery moonlight shone brightly in this small courtyard, which was not spacious or gorgeous. Several people smiled at each other in the house in the courtyard, as if they had isolated an independent little world in this treacherous capital city, where they did not have to care about the secular eyes and were free and unrestrained.

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It was a midsummer afternoon, the heat was unbearable, and everyone stayed indoors to seek some cool air. The entire Shangjing City was in silence.

Only the guards inside and outside the palace still stood upright and dutifully guarding the emperor who was high above them.

On the tenth day since the Eighth Prince disappeared, just when everyone thought that he was in great danger, an inconspicuous carriage drove slowly and steadily through the official road paved with bluestone slabs to the gate of the imperial palace.

A guard outside the palace gate saw that although the carriage was ordinary, the driver had a stern look on his face and stopped only ten steps away from the palace gate. He then tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist and prepared for battle.

"Go, go, go, this is the imperial palace, all outsiders must retreat, no one is allowed to stay here, leave quickly."

The guards shouted loudly in the direction of the carriage and waved their arms to drive it away.

However, the coachman not only did not drive the carriage away, but jumped off the carriage with a look of disdain, opened the curtain and waited on the side.

Seeing that he was being ignored, the guard was about to draw his sword and teach the arrogant driver a lesson.

But in the next second, I saw the person in the carriage come out from behind the curtain and jump down.

The guard's face instantly turned pale as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, but he couldn't make a sound.

After a long while, he could not believe it and stammered out a trembling and hoarse cry, "Eight...Eight...Prince..."

Zhao Yunrong was wearing a white robe without any decoration, but the white robe seemed to glow under the sunlight, showing a unique dignity.

After being missing for ten days, when he reappeared in the world, his demeanor was as calm and indifferent as before, and his style was still as elegant and noble.

His face was just a little pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his pair of ink-black eyes seemed even more unfathomable.

No one would have thought that the Eighth Prince, who had been missing for ten days, would quietly arrive outside the palace in a civilian carriage in the afternoon of that day.

Zhao Yunrong ignored the guards' shock, nor did he pursue their impoliteness. He walked into the palace without looking around.

After the guard came back to his senses from the shock, he bent down, covered his stomach and wailed, "Ouch, my stomach hurts." After telling his companion beside him, he trotted to the toilet not far away.

It just took him a whole incense stick of time to get there. When he came back, his companions laughed at him, "You've been taking so long, are your intestines going to come out? Hahaha."

The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead due to running, his eyes flickered and he said vaguely, "Maybe he ate something bad and has severe diarrhea."