Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Yong Jing gave an understatement, and his gaze swept across Huang's slender, white neck calmly.

Such a thin little palace lady, squeezed her hand to death, right?

Thinking about this, Yong Jing twisted the belly of his left finger behind him, as if thinking about the possibility of pinching to death.

This dangerous thought only stayed in his mind for a moment, and was expelled when he saw the little palace lady's bright apricot eyes and the peach color in the corner of her eyes.

Yong Jing Danfeng squinted his eyes slightly. Where did the little things seem to be even more squeamish than those disgusting and self-proclaimed ladies. How did they survive in this deep palace that eats people without spitting out bones?

Not to mention his lustful father, none of his brothers are not nasty, and the women raised in the backyard are about to form a polo team.

Such a beautiful little palace lady, fortunately, was working in his Yuan'an Temple, otherwise she would have been eaten and wiped out in the morning.

Oh, by the way, the last nail that Song Yan said that the crown prince buried in Yuan'an Temple was this little palace lady, right?

Looks stupid, is it a nail material?

Obviously not.

Yong Jing thought.

"Since the **** who was feeding is dead, and Wangcai likes your tightness, go and feed Wangcai." Yong Jing glanced at Rong Huang and said, he was a little expecting to see Wangcai go crazy and tear the little palace lady to pieces. The picture is up.

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

"You come with me." Yu Shanxin said that this little palace lady was also lucky, and just happened to run into the good mood of His Royal Highness and escaped.

Those who have offended His Highness in the past have long been wrapped in a mat and thrown into the mass grave.

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

Rong Huang's cheeks puffed, his head dizzy.

To feed Wangcai's backyard, it was necessary to bypass Yong Jing standing on the corridor. Rong Huang stepped on the first step, his legs softened, and his body leaped forward.

Pounced directly on Yong Jing.

A second before he completely lost consciousness, Rong Huang was still sighing that this servant smelled so good.

It's not like the spice on the robe, but the smell of Yong Jing itself.

Then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Rong Huang's face continued to slide against the robe corners made of fine brocade on Yong Jing.

While touching his face, he tore off a piece of Yong Jing's robe corner with a chuckle.

The courtyard was silent, and Yong Jing's face was ugly and scary.

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Rong Huang woke up again in the middle of the night, and the surrounding area was dark.

Rong Huang knew that this belonged to the original owner...Oh no, it was a Datong shop where ten palace ladies lived together. A row of sleeping women, including Rong Huang, was a palace lady who did chores in the outer hall on weekdays.

The snoring in the room was undulating, and the roof almost couldn't be suppressed, and Rong Huang's ears were sore.

Rong Huang found that the wound on his head had been re-wrapped, with a good smell of medicine.

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

In the process, he accidentally stepped on the faces of two or three court ladies, and almost woken them up.

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

As a low-ranking maid, the place where Rong Huang lives is equivalent to a garbage dump.

Not to mention the messy environment, the other side of the wall is the place where Yuan'an Temple specializes in handling the Gong barrels. The smell is so foul that he almost cried Rong Huang.

It's so stinking, I really don't know how the few in the room can sleep.

I felt a little hungry after touching my stomach.