Guo Bing looked at the noble princess in black, standing helplessly in the field, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Princess, you have soft skin and tender flesh. Don't cut the rice in case you cut your hand. Why don't you just stand in front of the thrashing machine and hand over the rice?" Eunuch Zhang was very perceptive as he arranged work for Yuwen Ling.
That was the easiest job.
She only needed to bend down and hand a bunch of rice to the person who worked on the thrasher.
"Ah, there's a bug. There's something biting me!" Before Eunuch Zhang could finish his sentence, Yuwen Ling saw a small green insect on the rice and immediately screamed in fear. She even ran without caring about her image and ran directly to Yuwen Longyan. She was so scared that her face was pale. She pointed ahead and said in a panic, "Father, there's an insect, there's an insect, it will bite!"
