Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Yu Zhihuai was annoyed by the pity in Rong Huang's eyes, and he reached out with an angry expression to hit Rong Huang.

Rong Huang was so excited, is he finally coming?

"Where did the wild dog dare to shout outside the prince's palace? So noisy." Yong Jing's lazy voice sounded behind him, and Rong Huang knew that she could not show off her prowess.

The small chest that had stood up immediately took it back, and gave Yong Jing a secret glance. Rong Huang Sayazi ran behind Yong Jing, Bai Shengsheng's little hand grabbed Yong Jing's wide sleeves, "Your Majesty, she bullied me, I I'm so scared."

Yu Zhihuai maintained the action of raising his hand to hit Rong Huang, "!!!" This woman is so cunning!

You can see the little girl staring at him completely, and seeing her face change very quickly, Yong Jing's mouth twitched. The last time she caught the snake with her bare hands, she was not scared.

Yong Jing laughed from the bottom of his heart, a cunning little spy.

But no matter what the little palace lady is the little palace lady of Yuan'an Temple, she can only be bullied by him no matter what.

Yong Jing glanced sideways at the little girl, a pair of apricot eyes with tears, as clear as if they had been washed with water, the corners of her eyes were flushed, very pitiful.

And it can easily make people want to destroy the desire.

This look is most suitable for kneading and playing in the palm of your hand.

Smudge freely, leaving dark or brilliant colors on clean and flawless white paper.

Whether it is deep or shallow, it feels like he is in control of it alone, which is really great.

Yong Jing's black eyes sank invisible for a moment, and calmly pulled his wide sleeves out of Huang Yong's hand, and turned towards Yu Zhihuai, "I yelled loudly near Yuan'an Temple, which made my prince noisy. Don't you throw people away?"

Song Yan stepped forward, without giving Yu Zhihuai a chance to turn around and flee, but directly lifted Yu Zhihuai like a chicken, and then walked towards the distance of the palace road.

Yu Zhihuai's yelling voice gradually faded away.

"fiancé?"

"Eight lift the sedan chair?"

Yong Jing snorted, as if to ridicule Rong Huang, trying his best to ignore the twisted displeasure in his heart, "You are a little palace lady, but your mind is very deep."

Rong Huang instantly exploded his hair, resisting the urge to punch Yong Jing's face with a smile on the corners of his mouth.

What are you talking about, why don't I understand.

Yong Jing looked at the little girl with a smile, and suddenly thought that when he was feeding her chestnut cake that day, he accidentally rubbed his finger on her lips.

Soft and delicate.

"His Royal Highness." Song Yan returned after dealing with Yu Zhihuai, clasped his fist, and at the same time called Yong Jing back to God.

Yong Jing discarded all the thoughts that shouldn't be in his mind, with one hand behind him, and faintly responded, squinting at Rong Huang, "Come in with this prince."

Rong Huang quickly responded, and followed Yong Jing into the main hall.

"Grinding ink." Yong Jing spread out the rice paper and ordered Rong Huang.

Rong Huang stared at the inkstone ink stick for two seconds, rubbing the ink?

No way.

But receiving Yong Jing's icy eyes, Rong Huang slandered Yong Jing in his heart and picked up the ink stick reluctantly.

Isn't it just grinding ink, how could this king not.

This king is a genius.

"Stop." Yong Jing sounded with a vague voice, followed by a crisp sound from the brush holder on the brush wash.

Rong Huang stopped his movements, his slender and curled eyelashes trembled lightly, raising a slender arc, "Huh?"

Seeing Rong Huang's ignorant expression, Yong Jing almost laughed angrily. His slender fingers pointed to the ink stains on the snow-white rice paper, "This prince asks you to sharpen the ink, not to make you mess with this prince."