When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

"Well……"

There was no shadow lying on the soft couch, sighing comfortably.

Although he just pointed it at random, he was very satisfied with the new "Shadow Guard" Xiao Ling.

She looks clean and beautiful, obediently obedient, and even proficient in massage techniques. It is many times better than the empty baby who only deals with him all day long.

Of course, no one is perfect, he is still a bit flawed.

The empty reminder dissatisfied and reminded: "Let you pinch across your clothes, why do you reach in?"

The flexible action shrank, and Xiaoling's fearful plea came from above: "His Highness forgives me."

Kongwuying issued a **** cry from his throat. "Hmm ..."

Xiao Ling's throat moved.

"Participate in Your Highness!" Father Gong hurried from outside.

"Why?" Kongwuying raised his head lazily from the soft couch.

Xiao Ling stood up and bowed his head slightly.

Feng Gong glanced at him, his frown frowned.

Was he wrong? Was this new "Shadow Guard" just drooling?

The inferiors are the inferiors. They behaved so crudely in the presence of their noble Highness, and they must not be allowed to stay with His Highness!

So he commanded proudly: "I have something to discuss with His Royal Highness. Go out first."

Xiao Ling lowered her eyes and covered her long eyelashes with a gentle and gentle gesture like a green lotus.

By ... he doesn't speak well, does it?

Feng Gonggong's feelings towards him are one more level.

Kongwuying spoke: "Xiao Ling, go out first."

Xiao Ling had to obediently go out.

Feng Gonggong looked at his back, and could not help but said to Kongwuying: "His Highness, this person must not stay with him. How can he protect His Highness without the power of a chicken?"

No shadow blinked, "But it looks good."

"I checked, and his origins are a mystery. I'm afraid he's a spy. For the sake of His Royal Highness, he must not stay."

"But it looks good."

"He is vulgar and has no clue about court etiquette, so he might take it out and laugh and lose your highness."

"It looks good."

Father Gong: "..."

Your Highness, can you not just look at your face! Can't you be so superficial!

He was crooked for a long time, and Immortal had long been impatient: "What the **** are you doing?"

Delayed his massage.

Feng Gong heard and bowed quickly: "His Highness Qiqi, aren't you curious about the delicious food of the Yeying continent? The slave has sent someone to bring you a celebrity chef, look?"

As soon as this was mentioned, there was an interest in nothingness: "That way, you let him make a special dish."

Feng Gong bowed and retired, feeling as he retired, His Royal Highness is good everywhere, why do they prefer the food of Yeying?

That stuff is also eaten?

Although he was incomprehensible and disdainful, his Highness ordered him to work harder.

So Feng Gong rushed to the royal dining room.

As soon as he entered the royal dining room, he was stunned!

"This ... what's wrong!"

The tidy and orderly royal dining room on weekdays was actually jammed with piles of prisoners.

Can't fit anymore.

The chef who was very disgusted by the empty room was standing next to the group of prisoners with a smile on his face, and instructed his men to pull down the prisoners one by one from prisoners in shackles.

Wen Yan replied: "Of course, it is His Highness Night Shadow Chef!"

Feng Gong's mouth drew: "This ... so much!"

At first glance, there were about a hundred people. They were crowded together so that he had committed a dense phobia.

The head chef quickly put his face straight on: "His Royal Highness is heaven, and naturally His Royal Highness is best done. It is enough to just grab one or two, of course, how much to grab."

"Let's do it." Father-in-law Feng shook his head: "Take so many people over, should they cook for your highness, or should they cook for your highness! Pick a good one!"

"This ... how to pick?" The head chef was in trouble. "Will they let them have a cooking contest?"

Feng Gong asked: "This is fine, but ... who should judge?"

When you mention this, it hurts ...

Everyone you want me, I want you, no one can courage to cope with this matter.

That's the food of the night shadow. Hey, as long as I think of that sweet and greasy feeling, I still wander around the root of my teeth.

Seeing everyone's expression of rejection, Feng Gonggong pondered for a while, and pointed out a person from the crowd: "Then he."

The head chef didn't see any difference in this man at all: "Gonggong Feng, what criteria did you choose?"

Feng Gong said without hesitation: "Look at the face."

The cook he chose looks so good. The outstanding features of the five senses are not inferior to that of the new rude man Xiao Ling. The temperament is similar to him. They are both elegant and clean, except for Xiao Ling It is more like a lotus flower out of the water, and this cook is like a green bamboo in the mountain, fresh and clean, mixed in a prisoner car, wearing shackles, still high-clean, without even wrinkling his clothes.

it is good!

well!

Just him!

This time I can finally take away His Highness's fondness for Xiao Ling.

Thinking of this, Feng Gonggong could not help showing a smug smile.

His words, with a smile of Yin on his face, it was clear that everyone had misunderstood, and there was a gleam of cold light in the selected chef's eyes.

Found that everyone's eyes were not right to see him, Father Gong quickly explained: "Not me, your Highness!"

Everyone has a look: you don't need to explain, we all understand. How could Your Royal Highness be so perfect, His Royal Highness doesn't memorize it.

Only the chef touched the beard on his face, and finally understood the reason why His Highness disliked him.

Now that he has been selected, the father-in-law Feng ordered him to untie the shackles on him and proudly said to him: "Come with me, you are blessed. As long as you serve our Highness, you will enjoy the riches and riches." "

Night Shadow Chef: "..."

The chef asked again, "What about these remaining people?"

Feng Gong drew a hint of indifference: "It's useless, please dispose of it!"

As soon as this remark was made, the faces of all the people in the prison car had changed, and all the murderous eyes were pierced on the father-in-law, even the bamboo-like cook next to him, and his lips were slightly squinted, and there was a layer of flash in his eyes A touch of killing.

"But ..." The chef frowned. "His Royal Highness is about to ascend to the throne, and it is not appropriate to start the killing ring at this time."

"Then wait for the ascension and then kill them! I have watched them for a few days, don't let them come out and make trouble." Fenggong stared with hatred of countless eyes, but said without any psychological pressure.

Ye Yingren, death is not a pity!

After a few simple instructions, the father-in-law took the cook he chose.

The whole body of the kitchen is closed by the special method, and the power of the chicken without the power of the chicken is not dangerous at all.

On the way, Father Gong instructed carefully: "In the future, your task is to serve your Highness. As long as your Highness is comfortable and comfortable, you will definitely benefit."

The chef lowered his eyes: "I don't understand what you mean."

Feng Gong looked at him with a look of contempt: "You are so beautiful and so liked by men, you have never encountered such a thing?"

The cook understood it, and his face paled slightly: "No, I'm afraid my dad will hit them."

Feng Gonggong grunted: "I can't see that you are still a noble, but now it is not in the night shadow. Only by serving our Highness, can you save your life, understand?"

The chef subconsciously pinched his right wrist with his left hand and grinned, "I see."

Feng Gonggong was neither a man nor a woman, but he smiled at him so suddenly that he couldn't help himself. He turned his head slightly to cover up his disability: "Yes, what's your name?"

"Night eleven."

After a while, one person came face to face.

Feng Gonggong was proud at the first glance: "Isn't this Xiaoling?"

Xiao Ling's gaze crossed Feng Gonggong and landed on Ye Shiyi's face, slightly discolored.

The next second, he walked past Nocturne without a word.

then……

I hit my shoulder fiercely on the shoulder.

Night eleven is now an ordinary person. He was stunned by him and almost fell.

Xiao Ling didn't even see it, and walked directly.

Ye Shi frowned: "Who is that?"

This hostility against the sky is almost like he is his father to kill the enemy.

Feng Gong's face showed a smile: "His Royal Highness's new love, you have to be careful about him in the future."

Night eleven responded vaguely, and his heart was broken.

Turned him into a rival!

The people here are so self-righteous, can't they still compete with him for favor, how can a prince who is a bright and small country lie in his eyes.

He only has a father in his heart!

How could he have fallen into this situation if it was not for the respectable "brothers" who were fighting hard.

The "His Highness" is better not to act lightly, otherwise he will make him hate his life!

And at the same time.

Xiao Ling walked across the corner with an unpleasant face, kicked the wall severely, and said coldly: "The ghost is not scattered."

Inside the palace.

Kongwuying finally enjoyed the freshly-made authentic Yeying food, and he couldn't help but praise it: "Nice."

Actually better than empty baby craftsmanship.

Upon hearing this, Father Gong Feng said, "His Royal Highness is still satisfied with this chef?"

Nodded in vain.

Busy eating food, he didn't notice the wretched smile on the face of Father Gong, so he encountered one of the most incredible things in his life.