I was a queen in ancient times, no, a maid!

As it got dark, after finishing the business at the porridge shed, Taozi drove back with Cheng Yu and Hehua.

They worked for the imperial court, and when they came to help, the officials in charge gave them a piece of paper.

With this document, you can enter and exit the city gate.

When we got back to our residence, it was already dark.

Cheng Yu was busy like this for three days. Zhao Rulan, the eldest lady in Prince Jing's mansion, knew that Cheng Yu was working in the refugee camp outside the city, so she spent money to buy some rice and flour and sent it over.

Naturally, the name of Prince Jing’s Mansion was used.

After what Yang Huaiyuan said to her that time, Cheng Yu didn't dare to add any ingredients anymore, and didn't dare to use the vegetables she brought.

She brought sweet potatoes with her, but she had to roast them all for herself.

They were the cooks who came to cook for the refugees. The refugees did not dare to ask whether the food was good or not. For example, many refugees in the front ate thin porridge while the officials behind drank wine and ate meat.

Cheng Yu and his friends only had a few roasted sweet potatoes, which was considered a bad meal.

Yang Jun couldn't stand eating roasted sweet potatoes for three consecutive days.

The food is delicious, but you can’t eat it every day.

But he was too embarrassed to tell Cheng Yu that eating too many sweet potatoes would cause him to fart a lot, which was extremely smelly.

Before Yang Jun could say anything, He Hua brought it up to Cheng Yu.

"Miss Yu, we have been eating sweet potatoes for a few days. Can we change to something else today? I think that Mr. Yang can't stand it either."

Cheng Yu didn't think that she could eat sweet potatoes during the day and eat whatever she wanted in the system room at night.

When I heard what Hehua said, I remembered that Hehua and Taozi had been eating only sweet potatoes these days.

She quickly said, "Blame me. Let's have porridge today. There's a little meat left. I'll cook it and we'll eat it in private. Don't let anyone smell it."

Lotus said immediately: "No, the refugee camp is a little far from here, and they only come when it's time to eat."

"Should we call Master Yang?"

"Call him over. He has been helping us a lot."

Lotus's legs and feet are not in good condition, so she asked Taozi to go and call her.

Cheng Yu put some sliced ​​meat and some vegetables into the porridge cooked in a small clay pot.

Yang Jun really came here because of the fragrance.

"Madam Cheng, what did you make? It smells so good."

"Let's have some meat porridge." Cheng Yu called him in and asked Taozi to close the door.

The four of them each took a bowl and ate the porridge by blowing on it in small sips.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Taozi got up and opened the door, and saw that the person who came was the prince of Prince Jing's mansion.

"Is Madam Cheng here?"

"Yes." Taozi turned around and shouted, "Miss Yu, someone is calling you. It's..."

Before Taozi could say anything, Zhao Shiyan had already walked into the house and saw that in addition to the three women, there was also a man.

"Who is he?"

Yang Jun looked at Zhao Shiyan, especially his ferocious eyes, and was so scared that he couldn't hold the bowl in his hand.

"This is Lord Yang, the deputy general of the Marquis Zhenyuan."

"You go out first." Zhao Shiyan only knew Zhenyuan Hou and was not familiar with his deputy generals.

When Lotus and Taozi saw Yang Jun holding the bowl, they also took the porridge in their bowls and went out together.

They haven’t had such delicious porridge for several days and they don’t want to waste it.

Cheng Yu was the only one left in the room, and she saw Zhao Shiyan staring at the porridge in her bowl.

Cheng Yu asked, "Sir, do you want to drink?"

"But, have I drunk this bowl of porridge?"

Zhao Shiyan walked up to Cheng Yu and took the bowl of porridge from her hand.

"I've kissed you on the lips, and I still dislike the porridge you've eaten?"

After saying that, he took a few big gulps.

"I went to the town hit by the snowstorm these days. Almost everything collapsed. There will be floods after the snowstorm. The terrain there is too low. There is only a small area in the town where people can live."

Cheng Yu was originally a little embarrassed by the excessive intimacy.

When she heard Zhao Shiyan talking about the refugee village, she also listened attentively.

"So where will these refugees be resettled after the New Year?"

"Large-scale migration, heading north. I haven't reported this to His Majesty yet, but this is the general direction."

Migration.

There are indeed quite a lot of people, and they are from two towns.

Zhao Shiyan said that many people were killed after the blizzard.

Most of the refugees wanted to pour into the north city, while a small number went to the south. No one knew where they were at the moment, but an order had been issued to arrange a group of officials to issue an imperial decree to the southern officials, allowing them to refuse a large influx of refugees into the city and cause panic, but they also had to take appeasement measures.

Cheng Yu listened to what Zhao Shiyan said.

There was approval and admiration in his eyes.

After Zhao Shiyan finished speaking, he saw Cheng Yu staring at him.

The man smiled slightly, "Why? Are you in love with me already?"

Cheng Yu came back to his senses and rolled his eyes, "The prince is really self-indulgent."

"Do you want to eat more?" He asked Cheng Yu if he wanted to eat porridge.

Cheng Yu shook his head, "I won't eat it. If you like it, you can eat it all."

Anyway, she wasn't that hungry. At worst, she could just secretly take some beef jerky to eat later. It was just something she could do easily.

"Delicious." He said, leaning forward suddenly and kissing Cheng Yu on the lips, then he drank the porridge again, finishing it all in one gulp, and squinted his eyes and said, "People are more delicious than porridge."

Cheng Yu blushed.

She didn't expect that the prince who seemed to be abstinent and sexually cold on the surface could be so reckless and talk dirty in private.

Zhao Shiyan asked her why she had to close the door while eating porridge.

The key is that there is a man in the house.

Those who know think that he is eating porridge, while those who don’t know think that he is doing something else.

Cheng Yu glared at him, and then told Zhao Shiyan about how she was scolded for making meat and vegetable porridge for her first meal.

"This Yang Huaiyuan, an old man, has so many things to do."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange whatever you want to do."

Cheng Yu looked at Zhao Shiyan in confusion and asked him what he wanted to arrange.

He didn't say.

A few more days passed.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Cheng Yu wants to go home early today so that the three of them can spend a relaxing New Year's Eve.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Shiyan, who left after eating her porridge, disappeared for a few days and came back on New Year's Eve.

The people came back with a lot of food, meat and vegetables.

There were more than a hundred pigs, all alive, and the vegetables were white and red radishes.

After these things were delivered, everyone in the refugee camp was excited.

Shouting with joy, Long live the emperor.

Zhao Shiyan went to find Cheng Yu and took her to a secluded place.

Only then did Cheng Yu realize that he had done all this.

"You have really done a great deed, my Lord. I think, many years later, these refugees will remember this evening."

Zhao Shiyan put his arms around Cheng Yu's waist.

"What about you? Will you remember what I did tonight?"

"Of course I would." Cheng Yu stuttered. He was too close to her, and the smell of male hormones emanating from his body made her blush and feel uncomfortable all over.

"How about this?" He forcefully held her in his arms, leaned over to grab her lips, held the back of her head with one hand, and deepened the already lustful kiss little by little, "I miss your taste so much."

He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, as if there was an uncontrollable beast roaring inside him.