A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

After the servants dispersed, the Fifth Highness asked meticulously, "Auntie, you are older, so you should know more. Let me ask you, why does the queen mother often shove people around me?"

As if afraid that Shu Ange would not be hit enough, His Highness the fifth added a sentence: "Auntie is about the same age as her mother, so she should be more transparent about the old man's mind."

The wind was blowing, and in the sunny day, Shu Ange seemed to have eaten a mouthful of ice slag, and could not wait to get stuck on the neck of the Fifth Highness, shaking him and asking what the old man was!

With all the horses galloping in his heart, Shu Ange has to try his best to be calm: "Your Highness, the Empress should feel sorry for you, and I want to find someone who can speak coldly and hotly for you."

Shu Ange was blah blah blah, desperately shouting, don't pay attention to those coquettish **** with enchanting figures.

Hearing the words, the Fifth Highness asked back with some distress and some doubts: "But my Highness has no shortage of people who can talk. Those people are so annoying, and they take off their clothes in front of this highness."

Shu Ange's eyelids cramped, if he hadn't seen His Royal Highness's attitude towards beauties with his own eyes. She would probably think that the Fifth Highness was teasing her by saying this.

But now, the fifth highness has a big aunt, turned her head and called her old man again, and Shu Ange's mood has followed the vicissitudes of life.

"His Royal Highness, you are the master of the first palace. If you don't like it, just let them leave. Why bother."

Those coquettish bitches, don't try to steal food from her mouth, Shu Ange made an idea with bad intentions.

With a snort, His Royal Highness threw the jade wrench into Shu Ange's arms, and sighed, "You auntie, with such a simple idea, if you are in the palace, you will definitely not survive for three months."

"..."

Shu Ange really wanted to take the Fifth Highness to the world of her mission as the queen. She was definitely more diligent in government and love the people than him, worry-free in everything, and lived a hundred years longer!

"Si Niang thanked His Highness for the reward."

This is the disadvantage of the huge difference in identities between the two. Shu Ange wanted to press the fifth prince's head on the pillar to teach him the art of speaking, but in the end he could only thank him.

She wants to think about the good, Shu Ange told herself that the quality of the jade finger is still very good.

In fact, Shu Ange would like to pay more attention to the sexual orientation of the Fifth Highness, if he really likes men.

As the saying goes, if you can't be a lover, you can still be a sister.

But Shu Ange didn't dare to ask, her status was so low that after angering the Fifth Highness, she didn't even have the right to choose how to get out of the palace.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and the Fifth Highness was obviously a little disillusioned.

Thinking about yesterday's lofty ambitions, Shu Ange deeply felt that today's opportunity should not be missed, so he took the initiative to say: "Siniang heard that Your Highness likes the technique of sword lances.

His Royal Highness raised his head, his slender eyebrows were raised, and his eyes showed a little surprise: "Auntie can use swords? The swordsmanship that my Highness likes to kill the enemy is not the soft sword dance."

He seemed to be facing the person in front of him for the first time, and was surprised to find that the aunt in his mind was actually very young.

She is tall and slender, with no exaggerated curves, her skin is like sebum, her hair is as black as ink, and her facial features are slightly deep. In fact, she is not too old.

Wang Siniang has an elegant temperament, and her words are distinct, unlike ordinary wild women in the village.

Calling her Auntie really made her feel a little wronged.

The Fifth His Highness suddenly recalled that every time he called Aunt Wang Siniang, she forbeared and did not dare to protest, and suddenly thought it was very interesting.

"Reporting to Your Highness, Siniang's swordsmanship was learned by encountering an expert when I was young, and I still have some real skills."

Everyone in the world likes stories with a bit of a legend, and the Fifth Highness is more interested in the eccentric temperament.

He raised his eyebrows, sat up straight and called, "Someone, bring this king's sword."

The Fifth Highness gave an order, but in an instant, the waiter appeared in front of the two with a sword in hand.

"Bring a sword for my aunt, and this Highness wants to fight with her."

The Fifth Highness was bathed in the bright sunshine, like Young Master Guanghua, with an extraordinary temperament that is enviable.

The guard listened to the words of the Fifth Highness, took a step forward with an embarrassed look on his face, and persuaded: "Your Highness is the body of a thousand gold, how can a mere peasant woman be an opponent, it is better for your subordinates to fight against the fourth lady."

His Royal Highness likes to have fun and is willful, but he is not someone who does not listen to advice at all.

The guard's words made sense. Wang Siniang had just entered the manor, and he hadn't figured out her details yet, so it would be better to be safe.

"Good, then it's up to Xing Huwei and Auntie to fight. Auntie claims to have received the true biography of a master. Xing Huwei must do his best and don't be merciful."

The Fifth Highness said these words with a smile, and Shu Ange felt deeply that she had fallen into the pit.

I didn't expect that the little brat was so young, so many twists and turns in his heart.

Fortunately, after Shu Ange entered the mission world, she has been practicing martial arts for more than a month to recuperate her body. Even now, even if she is facing Ouchi's guards, she has no stage fright.

In order to gain the trust and favor of the Fifth Highness, she must show some real skills.

Wutong sent the sword to Shu An singer with a heavy expression, his eyes full of sympathy.

In his eyes, Shu Ange, who looks more Zhou Zheng than everyone's ladies, doesn't look like he knows swordsmanship.

Fourth Niangzi entered the palace with a superb chicken training technique, but she didn't know that she came for the position in His Royal Highness's rear mansion.

It's a pity that the Fifth Highness is still young, and he is not aware of the love between men and women, so Wang Siniang's calculus is probably going to fail.

The moment he held the hilt, Shu Ange's temperament suddenly changed, exuding an attractive momentum.

It's not that she intends to intimidate the opponent, it's just that she is excited and the sword intent is accidentally leaked.

Shu Ange withdrew his sword intent and bowed his hands to Xing Guard in a salute: "Siniang has offended you."

Although Shu Ange is confident to win against Xing Huwei, according to tradition, the other party will definitely wait for her to take the shot first, so she is not ambiguous.

Xing Huwei was a little disapproving at first. He was ordered to protect His Royal Highness, and his kung fu was outstanding among the inner guards known for their martial arts skills.

If he can't even beat a woman, how will he deal with his colleagues in the future?

But when Shu Ange's sword intent was retractable, Xing Huwei's attitude also changed.

She is stronger than he imagined, and she must not be taken lightly, Xing Huwei is not even sure of winning.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged hands, and the Fifth Highness watched with great interest.

Everyone thought that the outcome would be announced soon, but they did not expect the two to fight very closely.

After being defeated by the woman, Xing Huwei looked ashamed, knelt down on one knee and confessed to the Fifth Highness: "His Royal Highness, I am not good at learning and skill, please remove the position of the head of the guard."

Shu Ange didn't expect that, but if he lost a game, the opponent would have to resign himself.