Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

"But I heard that Lord Wang is a fat man over forty years old..."

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows and began to laugh again.

In the memory of the original owner, Ji Ting, this little spicy chicken, loves beauty, but he only loves women.

Now he has brewed it with an old man who can be his father, and Rong Huang wonders whether his orientation will change drastically in the future.

For example... bend into a mosquito coil?

The more Rong Huang thought about it, the more funny he was, and he almost rolled off the chaise couch.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, and Rong Huangteng sat up and greeted You Ling to fetch pens, inks, papers and inkstones, "Your lady, I am about to start literary creation."

If you want to mutilate a male protagonist, you have to make him mentally crazy and suspicious of life.

Rong Huang changed into a complicated dress with wide sleeves, put on a dress with narrow sleeves, and ran to the table and sat down with the hem of the skirt.

He instructed You Ling to polish the ink, Rong Huang picked up the brush and dipped it in, pondered for a moment, and slowly wrote a few words.

Seeing Rong Huang's serious appearance, Young Ling, who was rubbing ink on the side, was a little bit ready to move, quietly glanced at the content on the paper.

Then, You Ling: "..."

Lord Wang and his little petit husband? !

You Ling knows that "Wang" is the same as "Wang", and her own lady is suggesting that the brave and the five princes are stuffed with sauce, but what the **** is this little petite?

Rumor has it that the five princes are burly tall and can pierce Yang in a hundred steps, no matter how little he can be a petite.

Rong Huang didn't know that You Ling had thought so much, if he knew, he would definitely refute it.

Ji Ting's little spicy chicken is indeed as strong as a bear, but it's vain, and it's not as capable of piercing Yang in a hundred steps like the legend.

Otherwise, how could you be beaten by Rong Huang so hard to fight back?

After so many worlds, Rong Huang has specially practiced the calligraphy, it is very beautiful hairpin lower case.

In less than an hour, Rong Huang had written six sheets of paper.

The paper that Rong Huang chose was the kind used for painting on weekdays, and the six pieces of paper had quite a few words.

You Ling watched the whole process, just wanting to say that her lady is too good.

After looking back and checking it carefully, Rong Huang was very satisfied with her hard-wrote novel and gave You Ling, "I remember that we opened a bookstore?"

You Ling: "...Slaves don't know." She is just a little maid, how can she know so much?

Moreover, the lady won't really want to publish the contents of these papers into a book for the people outside to see, right?

Is Miss Devil?

She could already think of the scene where the Five Princes jumped into thunder when they saw these contents.

Rong Huang sighed, stood up and went out to look for Mother Han.

Mother Han has been with Mother Rong all these years, and she should know where the bookstore is.

Sure enough, Rong Huang quickly used the excuse of buying books as an excuse to find out the exact location of the bookstore from Han's mother.

Back in the small courtyard, Rong Huang pulled out a red skirt that the original owner had never worn and put on his upper body, then put on the veil, and took Youling out of the castle main mansion.

Oh, by the way, I went out with them, and there were six manuscripts full of beautiful love stories between Lord Wang and Little Jiaofu.

The bookstore's business is very good, and there are men and women who come to buy books.

Rong Huang didn't even take off the veil, so he went to the bookstore shopkeeper directly.

Explaining his purpose, the shopkeeper looked at Rong Huang, who was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face, and stroked his beard. "Can this lady show the manuscript to the old man?"

Of course there is no problem.

Rong Huang immediately handed the manuscript to the shopkeeper.