Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Yong Jing let out an understatement, and glanced over Rong Huang's slender and tender neck.

Such a thin and weak little palace lady could be crushed to death with one hand, right?

Thinking of this, Yong Jing lightly twitched the belly of his left finger behind him, as if he was thinking about the possibility of being crushed to death.

This dangerous idea only stayed in his mind for a moment, and he was expelled when he saw the little maid's clear almond eyes and the peach color in the corner of her eyes.

Yongjing Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, where did the little things come from, they were more delicate than those annoying women who claimed to be ladies, how did they survive in this deep palace that eats people and doesn't spit out their bones?

Not to mention his very lewd father, none of his brothers is a womanizer, and the women raised in the backyard are almost forming a polo team.

Fortunately, such a beautiful little maid was working in his Yuan'an Palace, otherwise she would have been wiped out early in the morning.

Oh, by the way, the last nail that Song Ju mentioned last time was buried in the Yuan'an Palace by the prince, right?

It looks stupid, but is it a material for making nails?

Obviously not.

Yongjing thought to himself.

Since the feeding eunuch is dead, and Wangcai likes you so much, you can feed Wangcai. Yongjing glanced at Ronghuang and said, he was somewhat looking forward to seeing Wangcai go crazy and tear the little maid to pieces The screen is gone.

Rong Huang didn't know what was going on, suddenly his back felt cold, and then he heard Yong Jing's words, ... I thank you.

You come with me. Yu Shan thought in his heart that this little maid was also lucky, and just happened to meet His Highness who was in a good mood today and escaped unharmed.

Those who offended His Highness in the past were wrapped in a roll of mats and thrown to the mass grave long ago.

Rong Huang raised his hand and touched his forehead, Bai Shengsheng's fingertips were tinged with blood.

Rong Huang puffed her cheeks, feeling dizzy.

Going to feed Wangcai's backyard is bound to bypass Yong Jing who is standing on the corridor, Rong Huang stepped on the first step, his legs softened, and he threw himself forward.

He threw himself on Yong Jing directly.

A second before completely losing consciousness, Rong Huang was still sighing that this guy smelled so good.

It's not like the spices on the robes, but the smell of Yongjing itself.

Then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Rong Huang's face slid down against the hem of the brocade-woven robe on Yongjing.

With his face on the ground, he tore off a corner of Yong Jing's robe with a puff.

There was silence in the courtyard, and Yong Jing's face was frighteningly ugly.

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It was already midnight when Rong Huang woke up again, and the surrounding was dark.

Rong Huang knew that it belonged to the original owner... oh no, it was the Datong shop where ten court ladies lived together, and the one who fell asleep along with Rong Huang was a court lady who usually does chores in the outer palace.

There was an ups and downs of snoring in the room, the roof was almost unstoppable, the shock made Rong Huang's ears ache.

Rong Huang found that the wound on his head had been bandaged again, and there was a pleasant smell of medicine.

Rong Huang didn't think much, lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed.

During the process, they accidentally stepped on the faces of two or three court ladies, almost waking them up.

Seeing that no one was awake, Rong Huang breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoedly opened the door and went out.

As a low-level handyman, the place where Rong Huang lived was equivalent to a garbage dump.

Not to mention the dirty and messy environment, the other side of the wall is the place where Yuan'an Temple specially handles Gong barrels. The stench is so strong that it almost made Rong Huang cry.

It stinks, I really don't know how those people in the room can sleep.

I touched my stomach, I was a little hungry.