This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

I said I want to green you, you say no problem.

Well then, I'll swagger here for some fun.

You let Lao Tzu not be, and insist on being a cheap son to others.

Well then, I will help you find your father and reunite your father and son!

Tsing Yi smiled in a variety of styles, without showing any hatred. Looking at the two men who were silent in the room, he hooked his lips and smiled: "Tian Lun is so excited that he can't speak? Well, this is normal, it doesn't matter, this seat. Give you some alone time, you two have something to talk about slowly."

After Tsing Yi finished speaking, he walked out.

As soon as they left the room, they saw Li Shi and Helian Dada standing by the door, full of curiosity.

The smile on her face disappeared in an instant, "Still get out? Are you waiting for my mother to invite you to spend the night?"

Li Shi hurriedly shook his head, hesitantly, Helian Da Da had a curious expression on his face, but looking at Tsing Yi's gloomy face, he swallowed all the words in his throat, and ran away with his servants in despair.

The fat cat jumped on Tsing Yi's shoulder, his eyes full of jokes, and his eyes looked at the frightened figure in the other place.

Tsing Yi took advantage of the situation to look over, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile resurfaced on his cheeks.

Lingfeng swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, his expression was so embarrassing.

Tsing Yi looked at him with a half-smile.

Hehe, Lingfeng... Or is it that the spirit is not cultivated?

Tsing Yi gritted his teeth secretly, in this calculation, Chu Ci is Chu Wuji...

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she walked over without changing her face, "This princess is tired, go to the palace to rest first, you can wait here for your prince."

Lingfeng cried with a sad face, and cautiously probed: "You...you know?"

"What do you know?" Tsing Yi continued to pretend to be ignorant, and raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that your prince was behind the back of the princess and raised a baby? Or does he have some ulterior motives?"

Lingfeng hurriedly shook his head into a rattle, wicked lady, go away, I won't ask any more questions.

Tsing Yi hummed twice, not in a hurry to clean up the accomplices, and slowly went downstairs with his waist twisted.

After exiting the gate, someone chased after him, and it was actually Mo Shang.

"His Royal Highness," Mo Shang whispered and handed over a sachet, "There are some things to soothe the mind. Your Highness doesn't seem to sleep well. Putting these things under the pillow will help you sleep peacefully."

Tsing Yi stared at the sachet for a while, then glanced at the open window somewhere upstairs, hooked his lips and took the sachet.

"Thank you." Tsing Yi said, but this time, he generously handed over a golden leaf.

Mo Shang was flattered and quickly rejected, "That's not what the villain meant...I..."

"Take it, the silver and the goods are all over, and I will buy this sachet right." After speaking, she stuffed the gold leaf into Mo Shang's hand, turned around and left.

Mo Shang was so sad, biting his lower lip, he really didn't want to picture this golden leaf.

But his little thought was clearly seen in front of Tsing Yi, and he didn't even give him a chance to get involved.

Mo Shang turned around with a wry smile, suddenly felt chills all over his body, looked up and saw someone staring at him coldly by the window of the private room on the third floor. Head, clasped the golden leaf in his hand, and hurriedly returned to the building.

Listening to the snow room, Xiao Jue's eyes widened, and he turned to leave.

Zi Xiao smelled the smell of ten thousand years old vinegar, and when he saw that he was about to leave, he hurriedly said, "Brother Beiyin!"

Xiao Jue suddenly looked at him with a cold expression, "What nonsense do you have?"

Zi Xiao's mouth was bitter, he was provoking who, who was lying in the room, the pot fell from the sky, this situation... He was also inexplicable.

"What the **** is going on, you can explain it to me anyway. You and the Tsing Yi King of the Yin Division, you..."

"No explanation, just what you see."

Xiao Jue's mouth twitched.

Explain what?

Explain that he was dizzy and he really surrendered his status to be a cheap son, so as to fool that little troublemaker?

Or is he shameless playing with two faces but coaxing the feelings of the little girl?

He probably doesn't want this old face anymore!

Xiao Jue was in a hurry to chase after his daughter-in-law, so there was no time to talk nonsense with him.

Old Zixiao was pitifully confused and wronged on the spot. Who did he provoke? It's so inexplicable. Brother Beiyin is also true... Why did he come to the world?

Old Zi Xiao grumbled to go out, and suddenly realized where this was, his face changed suddenly!

That wicked woman in Tsing Yi actually brought his good daughter to such a place! Ahhh! Dear daughter, you must not learn from that ghost girl!

...

Regent's Palace.

The princess swaggered in the door and went straight to the old white face study room to squat.

When she entered the door, she saw the sheets of drawing paper piled on the desk, which were the hundred beautiful pictures that were too late to be framed.

Looking down for a while, the woman in the painting should be quiet and move, all of them are her, and it is called lifelike.

Tsing Yi retracted his gaze and sneered on the soft side lying on the side.

Originally, Xiao Jue's study did not have such things as slouching. It was all because she was a lazy **** and paralyzed wherever she went, so she set up these things so that she could lie down and rest.

The fat cat jumped to her side with admiration in his eyes.

The means of the wicked woman being disgusting are really high!

Directly found an old man for the old white face.

"What are you going to do next? Haven't you finished your breath yet?" the fat cat whispered.

Tsing Yi glanced at it, and smiled in a cool breeze, "Excuse me? What are you talking about? He wants to be his son, but the old lady is helping him recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestry."

The fat cat tutted twice in his heart, and mourned for the old white face. Great Emperor, you really did it yourself.

You just suffer in silence.

A ghost and a cat had just finished pulling a calf, when a sneaky shadow peeked at the door.

Tsing Yi narrowed her eyes and gave the fat cat a wink. Uncle Cat received the order, and immediately rushed out with his tail erect.

"Wow **** wang! You're going to die, you bitch-"

"Ah, Lao Tzu's ass, I'll bite you to death-"

The sound of cats flying and dogs jumping outside was unnoticed, and after a while, Xiaobai rushed into the study with his bald tail, and threw at Tsing Yi, "Evil mother-in-law, your cat is crazy, you don't care about it!! "

Seeing Xiaobai rushing forward, saying that it was too late, that was fast, His Majesty the King in Tsing Yi raised his leg, and his heel hit the dog's head directly, and began to ruthlessly crush him.

"Anyway, you are also from the three-headed dog of the underworld, and you can't even handle a cat in the world. What's the use of keeping your useless wood? Forget your limbs, can you use your brain..."

Tsing Yi smiled grimly.

No wonder she threw an olive branch a few times before, the dead dog refused to follow him, and the daring master was by his side.

Saying that you don't know where the Great Emperor Beiyin is, or saying that Taiyuan Stone could not be handed over to Beiyin.

Yo ha ha, you keep on blowing!

You are the one who has watched my mother's jokes for the longest time. What kind of a master and what kind of a cheap dog!

The jade feet of His Majesty the King in Tsing Yi smashed and smashed the dog's head, as if to grind its ashes out for bibimbap.

A few strands of cool wind blew in from the outside, accompanied by the faint evil spirit and woody aroma on the man's body.

His Majesty the King in Tsing Yi kept his abusive feet, raised his eyebrows and smiled at the person who came, "Hey, I'm good, why don't you chat more with your father."

Xiao Jue stood at the door, twitched the corners of his mouth, a mouthful of old blood suffocated in his heart and couldn't swallow, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

My darling little troublemaker, can we not mention the word 'father'?