As a modern soul, Jiang Yuming had never seen pork or seen pigs running away. She felt that she might know more than those nuns.

After taking a bath, Jiang Yuming lay down on the soft couch with a flushed face.

Sorry, I am superficial!

When she was taking a bath, the two nuns gave her a book of pornographic pictures, page by page, and told her what she could and couldn't do from time to time.

The scene was so vivid and vivid that Jiang Yuming, an old pervert, was amazed and resigned to being defeated.

Jiang Laosepi suspected that she was dead, so several nuns began to put makeup on her.

Jiang Yuming refused. She would have to take off her makeup in the end anyway, so it would be better not to put it on in the first place.

Some of the nuns looked hesitant at first, but Jiang Yuming didn't agree and just pressed her to apply makeup.

Later, Jiang Yuming waved his hand, and Hui Lan stuffed a purse alone.

The nuns suddenly beamed with joy.

"The little master's beautiful face naturally does not need these rouge and vulgar powder to embellish it.", Mammy A.

"Isn't that right? My mistress is naturally beautiful, so she already looks very good.", Nanny B.

"The Emperor will definitely love the young Master's ice-muscles and jade-bones.", Aunt B.

Jiang Yuming: "..."

What kind of talk is this about tigers and wolves?

In the evening, Jiang Yuming was picked up by Fengluan Chun'en Car.

The emperor lived in the Qianyuan Hall of Renzheng Palace, so Jiang Yuming was naturally sent there.

After the palace attendants left, Jiang Yuming sat on the bed and felt a little panicked.

For the first time in this life, it was done so formally, and Jiang Yuming was a little at a loss.

After waiting for a long time, the emperor did not come. Jiang Yuming lay on the bright yellow bed and began to wander around.

It wasn't until Meng Chengye opened the bed curtains that Jiang Yuming could react.

"Your Majesty Jin'an." Jiang Yuming hugged the quilt and was a little at a loss.

The emperor blocked her shoes and she couldn't get off.

Meng Chengye lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuming, who was still a little dazed, and responded: "But you are sleepy? Then have a rest."

Jiang Yuming: "???"

Your Majesty, how did you know that I was sleepy?

Later, Jiang Yuming found out that the An Xie the Emperor was talking about was not the An Xie she thought.

Jiang Yuming, who had been tortured so hard, leaned lazily on Meng Chengye.

She was a little sleepy.

But the emperor didn't know where he got interested in chatting with her.

The conversation was neither oily nor salty:

"I heard that my concubine grew up in the south of the Yangtze River and later followed your father to northern Xinjiang."

"Yes, yes."

"My beloved, are you still used to living in the palace?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Are the jade tea flowers in my concubine's palace blooming?"

"It's open, it's open."

…

The whole thing is a large-scale perfunctory scene.

Meng Chengye hugged the little girl in his arms, silently reciting Jiang Yuming's name again and again in his heart, and talking to Jiang Yuming from time to time, for fear that Jiang Yuming would fall asleep.

However, after trying for a long time, Meng Chengye finally admitted a fact.

He really couldn't hear what Jiang Yuming was saying.

Meng Chengye looked at Jiang Yuming, who was already sleeping soundly, and fell into deep thought.

Oh, I can't hear what she's saying, so did she secretly scold me when I disturbed her to sleep just now?

There were no rules in the palace not to allow concubines to stay in the Qianyuan Hall. There was no queen in the middle palace and there was no need to get up early to pay her respects. Jiang Yuming slept until a quarter past noon.

When she got up, Jiang Yuming was still regretting that she had missed her breakfast.
Chapter completed!