Chapter 268

Jiang Xiaoxiao and her mother had just finished eating the delicious shrimp seaweed dumplings when the door was knocked.

The mother and daughter looked at each other.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly put away the bowls and chopsticks, Jiang Wei took out the food she had previously collected into the space, removed half of it, and then put the bowl and chopsticks with shrimp dumplings into the space.

After doing all this, Jiang Xiaoxiao jumped to open the door: "Coming."

The door opened, and it was Yu'er's smiling face.

"Xiaoxiao, look what I brought you." She held the lychees in her arms like a treasure in front of Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"This is... lychee?" Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be stunned.

"Eh, you know this is lychee?" Yu'er was also stunned, "Xiaoxiao, have you eaten lychee before?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No, I heard people talk about it by chance before."

After all, the famous poem about the concubine smiling at the red dust, no one knew it was lychee, so no one wouldn't have heard of it.

Although there was no Princess Consort Yang in this world.

"Since you've heard of it, you know that this lychee is very expensive. Take it quickly, eat it with your mother, eat it while it's fresh, don't let it go bad." Yu'er hurriedly stuffed the lychees in her arms to Jiang Xiaoxiao, as if afraid she would refuse, and ran away in a flash.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh or cry, turned and returned to the room.

Jiang Wei saw a pile of lychees she was holding, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Given by that mistress?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded: "Sister Yu'er sent them to us."

"She has a warm heart." Jiang Wei said.

These lychees were large, plump, fresh, and dripping, looking very appetizing.

It was rare to see fresh fruits on this ship, that mistress was generous.

Jiang Xiaoxiao peeled one, the flesh was crystal clear like fat, she stood on tiptoe, and fed the lychee she peeled with her little hand to Jiang Wei: "Mother, taste it."

Jiang Wei leaned over slightly and took the lychee her daughter peeled for her with her mouth.

With one bite, the flesh was plump, the taste was delicious, and it was indeed good.

She couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao also peeled one for herself to eat.

Just finished eating shrimp seaweed dumplings, this sweet and sour lychee just happened to relieve the greasiness.

If only she could eat it often in the future...

She couldn't help but say: "Mother, can we grow lychees at home?"

Jiang Wei scanned the lychees on the table and said: "If you like to eat them, there are plenty in my space."

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head: "I want to grow a few lychee trees at home, so I can pick them and eat them whenever I want in the future."

She didn't want to eat them secretly at home every time.

She also wanted to share them with her little friends in the village, let Chunmiao, Chunya, Sister Xiaoyan, Brother Dagang and the others taste this lychee together...

And Sister Merely'er, she often came to send her tofu skin buns, she should also return some gifts...

"Okay, since you want to grow lychees, keep the fruit pits as seeds after eating the flesh." Jiang Wei said.

In this era, lychees were produced in the south. She didn't know if the soil quality in Yong'an County, where they lived, which had been dry for many years, could grow lychees.

Thinking of this, she took out a transparent plastic box from the space, "Put the fruit pits after eating into it, fill it with clean water, soak for three or four days until the seeds break their shells and sprout, remember to change the water once a day."

"Okay, I'll remember it." Jiang Xiaoxiao took the box, put the fruit pits she had eaten clean into it, and then with a flick of her little finger, the clear and clean ability water poured down and fell into the box, slowly soaking the seeds.

Time in Jiang Wei's space was static, and the seeds in the box needed time to break their shells and sprout, so they couldn't be put into the space and could only be taken care of by Jiang Xiaoxiao herself.

The afternoon sun was warm, shining on people very comfortably.

For people who had been blowing the sea breeze for days and nights on the sea, every sunny afternoon was the most comfortable time for everyone. Lying on the deck, they could comfortably take a nap.

Yu Ying'er stood in the corridor on the second floor, the slightly upturned eaves blocked the sunlight, casting a large shadow on her face, making her expression unclear.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the people sleeping on the deck below, but the figures of others gradually appeared in her mind.

The mistress loved to play with her temper, quarreled with the Prince for half a month, and left the Prince's mansion in a fit of anger, bringing maids and several matrons who had taken care of her since childhood to this place where birds don't shit.

To avoid the Prince's reward and pursuit, she deliberately hid on a merchant ship transporting goods, a place where those government soldiers couldn't pursue.

The night before she stole away from the Prince's mansion, the Prince, who was always cold and indifferent, suddenly called her alone to the study to ask questions.

As the master of the entire Prince's mansion, how could he not know the mistress's plan?

She knelt on the ground, already prepared to be interrogated.

But the man sitting at the desk didn't say a word, just flipped through the documents on the table without saying a word.

The Prince had always liked black clothes, but because of a sentence from the mistress that white clothes were like an immortal, he changed into moon-white brocade robes all day long.

Under the cold candlelight, that face that countless girls in the capital hated to marry looked even more gentle as jade, handsome and extraordinary.

This was the first time she was called to the study by the Prince alone.

She grew up with the mistress. The mistress was eighteen years old this year, and she was fifteen years old this year. As a maid accompanying her, she hadn't been married yet. If she was lucky enough to be the Prince's bed-warming maid...

Then she would be willing to live under others for the rest of her life.

She looked at that face almost crazily, gradually entering a state of fascination, not preventing the other party from suddenly raising his head.

She bumped into those black pupils that were as brilliant as ink jade.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The man didn't notice her loss of composure.

He flipped through the documents at hand carelessly, while talking to himself.

"... The mistress is young and vigorous, and she is used to being spoiled on weekdays... You go this time... must take good care of the mistress..."

Those words gradually lingered in the study. She couldn't hear what the other party was saying, just looked at that face foolishly.

The eyebrows flying into the temples, the face with distinct features like carving, that smile, like floating ice and broken snow, the night was quiet and the wind was cool, the candle fire flickered, she heard the sound of her own heartbeat.

One by one, louder each time.

The Prince called her to the study alone and said so many words to her alone. Did it mean... the Prince, perhaps, didn't dislike her...

A seed was quietly buried in her heart.

On the day she left the Prince's mansion, she endured the reluctance and asked the mistress: "What if the Prince deliberately takes a concubine to anger you during the few days you disappear?"

"Take a concubine? He dares." Her mistress sneered coldly, her eyes full of irony and disdain, "If any little cheap hoof dares to seduce the Prince while I'm not at home, then don't think about living... Anyway, in this Prince's mansion, there's me without her, and there's her without me!"

Yu Ying'er's heart trembled.

The fluke in her heart was completely cut off...

"Ying'er, Ying'er, where are you?"

The shouting from the room interrupted Yu Ying'er's thoughts.

She hurriedly returned to her senses, turned, and stepped into the room: "Mistress, what's the matter?"