Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Yu Zhihuai was annoyed by the pity in Ronghuang's eyes, and stretched out his hand angrily to hit Ronghuang.

Rong Huang was very excited, is it finally coming?

Where did the wild dogs come from, how dare they make noise outside the prince's palace? It's so loud. Yong Jing's lazy voice sounded behind her, and Rong Huang knew that she couldn't show her glory.

The small breasts that had been puffed up immediately retracted, and she gave Yong Jing a sneaky look. Rong Huang ran up behind Yong Jing, Bai Shengsheng's small hands grabbed Yong Jing's wide sleeves, Your Highness, she bullied me, I So scary.

Yu Zhihuai kept raising her hand to hit Ronghuang, !!! This woman is so cunning!

Seeing the little girl staring at him in full view, and seeing her face change extremely quickly, the corners of Yong Jing's mouth twitched. She was never afraid when she caught the snake with bare hands last time.

Yong Jing smiled from the bottom of his heart, a cunning little spy.

But no matter what, the little maid is still the little maid of Yuan'an Palace, no matter what, she can only be bullied by him.

Yong Jing glanced sideways at the little girl, his almond eyes were full of tears, as clear as if washed by water, the corners of his eyes were flushed, very pitiful.

And it can easily make people desire to destroy.

This appearance is most suitable for kneading and playing with the palm of your hand.

Smudge freely, leaving dark or brilliant colors on the clean and flawless white paper.

Whether it is deep or shallow, it feels like he is in control of it alone, which is really great.

Yongjing's black eyes sank for a moment, then calmly pulled the wide sleeves out of Ronghuang's hands, and turned towards Yu Zhihuai, Shouting loudly near Yuan'an Hall, disturbing my prince, Why don't you throw people away?

Song Yu stepped forward in response, and without giving Yu Zhihuai a chance to turn around and escape, he directly lifted Yu Zhihuai up like a chicken, and then walked towards the distance of the palace road.

Yu Zhihuai's shouting gradually faded away.

fiancé?

Eight big sedan chairs?

Yong Jing snorted, as if she was mocking Rong Huang, and tried her best to ignore the twisted displeasure in her heart, You are a little maid, but you have a deep mind.

Rong Huang frowned instantly, resisting the urge to punch Yong Jing's face, and kept smiling at the corners of his mouth.

What are you talking about? I can't understand.

Yong Jing looked at the little girl's charming smiling face, and suddenly remembered that when he was feeding her chestnut cake that day, he accidentally rubbed his fingertips against her lips.

Soft and delicate.

Your Highness. Song Ju came back after dealing with Yu Zhihuai, clasped his fists, and at the same time called Yong Jing back to his senses.

Yong Jing threw away all the thoughts that shouldn't be in his mind, put one hand behind his back, responded lightly, squinted at Rong Huang, Come in with my prince.

Rong Huang quickly responded and followed Yong Jing into the main hall step by step.

Grind the ink. Yong Jing spread out the rice paper and instructed Rong Huang.

Rong Huang stared at the ink stick on the inkstone for two seconds, grinding ink?

No way.

But receiving Yong Jing's cold gaze, Rong Huang slandered Yong Jing for being devoid of conscience, and reluctantly picked up the ink stick.

It's not just grinding ink, how could this king not be able to.

This king is a genius.

Stop. Yong Jing uttered in a subdued angry voice, followed by the crisp sound of the brush rest on the brush washer.

Rong Huang stopped moving, her slender and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and raised a slender arc, Huh?

Seeing Rong Huang's ignorant expression, Yong Jing almost laughed angrily, pointed to the dots of ink on the snow-white rice paper with his slender fingers, My prince asked you to grind the ink, not to make you mess up this prince.