Chapter 1542 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (17)

The system stared at the red line on Bai Weiwei's wrist, and then it brought out the repair box.

Where did the scissors go? This red line is a hidden danger.

More than back in the present day may be struck by lightning.

Stumble across the plane, and more importantly, it will speed up Bai Weiwei's emotional fermentation and increase the burden on the shield.

Still click.

When the system pouted its ass to find scissors.

The pork belly was ready, but of course it was accidentally burnt by Bai Weiwei's hand.

Burnt is burnt, the taste is still good, at least people can eat it.

Bai Weiwei had a piece of pork belly, and a piece of pork belly was fed to Ning Jiumo.

A big man, skinny, living a really miserable life.

Ning Jiumo is very well-behaved, sitting quietly beside Bai Weiwei, what she feeds him, even burnt food.

He also found those burnt bitter tastes delicious in his mouth.

Bai Weiwei felt that she really raised a mentally retarded son.

Ning's mental retardation rarely had a good day.

Fragrant clothes, soft food, taking care of his little maid.

Even if he is stupid, he knows that this is really good.

Such a beautiful day can easily pass.

At night, Bai Weiwei rummaged through to find more candle oil lamps, and also found a large bottle of lamp oil.

She lit the lamp, lit a few more candles, and the palace finally lit up.

Bai Weiwei lived a leisurely life, so she rummaged through most of the palace.

He also pulled out a large box of books, probably due to a well-preserved relationship, and there was no dust left on the books.

Bai Weiwei had nothing to do, she casually flipped through the book.

She has no objection to the vertical type of words.

After all, she has become accustomed to these things after traveling through so many ancient planes.

Ning Jiimo lay obediently on the bed, quietly covering the quilt, staring at Bai Weiwei who was reading with her eyelids lowered.

He pursed his lips, a little uneasy.

She was reluctant to fall asleep like this, for fear that she would be gone when she woke up tomorrow.

A simple and foolish mind has only one simple thought.

She gave him delicious food, played with him and made him comfortable.

She is the best person in the world.

Seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but stretch his hand out of the quilt, and then secretly grabbed a fringe on the belt of her palace dress.

The skirts of the ladies at the bottom are all of the same style.

In order to make the people in the palace look happy, they all wear pink dresses.

Only the palace maids of the higher class can change a few more sets of different skirts.

When Ning Jiumo saw these palace maids in skirts before, it was like seeing a flood of beasts.

But looking at Bai Weiwei, she found that she was dressed better than anyone else.

Ning Jiumo silently learned another word, good-looking, good-looking people.

Bai Weiwei noticed that her belt was tight, and glanced at his hand calmly.

His fingers are very thin, but the shape of the knuckles is very delicate and beautiful, and the fingers are as slender as bamboo.

She turned the pages of the book and suddenly asked, "Your Highness, do you want to listen to the book?"

This is a book of poetry.

Bai Weiwei got it at will, and there are four books and five classics in those books.

Even the top ones are some very esoteric books that need to be studied.

Ning Jiumo didn't know any books, but he was afraid that she would walk away, so he immediately widened his eyes and nodded dryly.

Bai Weiwei laughed softly, she opened the page at will, and read the verse softly.

The ones that are relatively easy to understand are nothing more than the slender lady and the gentleman, or the so-called Yiren in the water and the like.