Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

"Will you return to the palace today?" As the sun set, the sleeping man woke up. Rong Hua looked at him and asked softly.

"Anthracene, no, I'll come back tomorrow." The voice of the man who had just woken up had a seductive, lazy and hoarse voice, his narrow eyes were half-closed, and he was sitting on the soft couch.

"So, what do you want to eat? Rong Hua can arrange it?" There was a smile on her face. It was undeniable that she was always too excited every time he stayed.

"Isn't Rong Hua the best at understanding my taste preferences?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Wait a minute then."

Rong Hua walked out and ordered the people outside to prepare. After a while, a maid brought in a plate of tea and tea.

Rong Hua walked over with tea and handed it to him: "Master."

He took it, took a sip in his mouth, gargled it, and spit it onto the plate that Rong Hua brought. Then, Rong Hua put the mouthwash and the tea into the maid's hand, and put them in the cup held by another maid.

The towel in the face plate was soaked, wrung out, and put in his hands. He wiped his face and hands, and handed the towel to Rong Hua. From the beginning to the end, he sat on the soft couch without moving his body.

Rong Hua waved his hand, and the maid sighed and retreated.

"Master, can Rong Hua comb your hair?"

"Anthracene."

Rong Hua took care of Zhong Liye more carefully than she took care of herself. Whenever Zhong Liye came to Jieyu Tower, she never took advantage of others and always did it herself. Over time, he got used to Rong Hua's service.

But, so what? He can give her a lot of things that others are envious of, but none of those things are what she wants. She knows that he can never give her what she uses. So, she doesn't have extravagant hopes.

At least in this world, so far, in his heart, Shengshi Ronghua still has a place.

The comb was carefully combed through the jet black hair, and it was tied up with a white ribbon again.

"alright."

He stood up without even looking. He only had trust in Rong Hua.

"The dinner is probably not ready yet, do you want to go over first?" Rong Hua asked the man who was already walking towards the door.

"Anthracene."

She followed him, and the two of them walked through the long green bamboo path. Rong Hua was behind, looking at the handsome back. The admiration in her eyes was too deep for him to see, so she did not let it linger.

Eyes flooded.

After passing the green bamboo path, Rong Hua withdrew the adoring gaze on him and looked at the room in the distance. Zuo Zuo's figure could be vaguely seen. Zuo Zuo was there, which meant that Miss Mu Qing was also inside.

Rong Hua pursed her lips, not knowing what she was feeling in her heart.

"Is there anything over there that deserves Rong Hua's attention?" She had no idea that he suddenly stopped and was now looking at the same place following her gaze.

"No." She was startled and subconsciously denied it, but her tone clearly showed that it was unusual. He didn't pursue it, turned around, and walked to the front hall.

Rong Hua was secretly annoyed. After all her warnings, could it be that things were ruined in her own hands? Looking at the distant figure, Rong Hua followed her. She seemed to care too much about Miss Mu Qing, which was sad.

What's strange is that she doesn't actually understand Miss Mu Qing, but because of her charming face or her sixth sense, she vaguely feels that she is a threat.

I don’t belong to anyone, but my treatment of Rong Hua is different from that of all women. She relies on this to be able to remain unaffected even if he chooses a concubine again. “I will return my favor today.

Palace?" As the sun set, the sleeping man woke up. Rong Hua looked at him and asked softly.

"Anthracene, no, I'll come back tomorrow." The voice of the man who had just woken up had a seductive, lazy and hoarse voice, his narrow eyes were half-closed, and he was sitting on the soft couch.

"So, what do you want to eat? Rong Hua can arrange it?" There was a smile on her face. It was undeniable that she was always too excited every time he stayed.

"Isn't Rong Hua the best at understanding my taste preferences?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Wait a minute then."

Rong Hua walked out and ordered the people outside to prepare. After a while, a maid brought in a plate of tea and tea.

Rong Hua walked over with tea and handed it to him: "Master."

He took it, took a sip in his mouth, gargled it, and spit it onto the plate that Rong Hua brought. Then, Rong Hua put the mouthwash and the tea into the maid's hand, and put them in the cup held by another maid.

The towel in the face plate was soaked, wrung out, and put in his hands. He wiped his face and hands, and handed the towel to Rong Hua. From the beginning to the end, he sat on the soft couch without moving his body.

Rong Hua waved his hand, and the maid sighed and retreated.

"Master, can Rong Hua comb your hair?"

"Anthracene."

Rong Hua took care of Zhong Liye more carefully than she took care of herself. Whenever Zhong Liye came to Jieyu Tower, she never took advantage of others and always did it herself. Over time, he got used to Rong Hua's service.

But, so what? He can give her a lot of things that others are envious of, but none of those things are what she wants. She knows that he can never give her what she uses. So, she doesn't have extravagant hopes.

At least in this world, so far, in his heart, Shengshi Ronghua still has a place.

The comb was carefully combed through the jet black hair, and it was tied up with a white ribbon again.

"alright."

He stood up without even looking. He only had trust in Rong Hua.

"The dinner is probably not ready yet, do you want to go over first?" Rong Hua asked the man who was already walking towards the door.

"Anthracene."

She followed him, and the two of them walked through the long green bamboo path. Rong Hua was behind, looking at the handsome back. The admiration in her eyes was too deep for him to see, so she did not let it linger.

Eyes flooded.

After passing the green bamboo path, Rong Hua withdrew the adoring gaze on him and looked at the room in the distance. Zuo Zuo's figure could be vaguely seen. Zuo Zuo was there, which meant that Miss Mu Qing was also inside.

Rong Hua pursed her lips, not knowing what she was feeling in her heart.

"Is there anything over there that deserves Rong Hua's attention?" She had no idea that he suddenly stopped and was now looking at the same place following her gaze.

"No." She was startled and subconsciously denied it, but her tone clearly showed that it was unusual. He didn't pursue it, turned around, and walked to the front hall.

Rong Hua was secretly annoyed. After all her warnings, could it be that things were ruined in her own hands? Looking at the distant figure, Rong Hua followed her. She seemed to care too much about Miss Mu Qing, which was sad.

What's strange is that she doesn't actually understand Miss Mu Qing, but because of her charming face or her sixth sense, she vaguely feels that she is a threat.

I don't belong to anyone, but my treatment of Rong Hua is different from that of all women. She relies on this to be able to remain unaffected even if he chooses a concubine again.