Rong Yue's voice was cold, "Hold it down."

As soon as the words fell silent, two dark guards appeared.

The four dancers were thinking about how to climb to Rong Lei, when they were suddenly picked up like a chicken, and screamed in fright.

Rong Yue stood up, adjusted his eyes to adjust the folds on his robe, turned his head and left without looking back, while still leaving a word.

"Just use it as flower fertilizer and bury it in the backyard."

Before the dancing girl could even call for help, her neck was broken on the spot.

When the rest of the palace people saw it, they were all quiet as chickens, lest their anger would spread to themselves.

I was still thinking a little bit carefully, but I also rested my mind.

Besides, Rong Yue went back to the main hall, raised his hand and pushed the door, only to find that the door was locked from inside.

"Fat fish, open the door." Rong Yue rubbed his nose and knocked on the door.

"I heard that the emperor gave you a beautiful young lady?" Rong Huang asked muffledly inside the door.

Rong Yue immediately understood what Rong Huang was angry with. He chuckled, his tone of indulgence and pampering, "I'm only thirteen years old, and I don't need other women, I just need a fat fish."

Rong Huang snorted and didn't open the door immediately, but the little tail that was hanging in the air was already cocked.

"Count your acquaintances." Rong Huang whispered.

Rong Huang drank the goat's milk in the small white porcelain bowl, wiped his mouth indiscriminately with his sleeve, raised his head and looked at the woman wearing the pink palace dress, "Sister Awan, I still want to drink it. "

Ding Wan, the second-in-command in Rong Yu's dark guard camp, smiled and took the small bowl in Rong Huang's hand, and then wiped the milk stains from the corners of Rong Huang's mouth with a kerchief, and said warmly, "The girl shouldn't drink anymore, wait I will have breakfast later."

Rong Huang originally wanted to quibble, but suddenly he heard a click.

Turning his head and looking around, only the door of the main hall was wide open, and a moon-white brocade robe stood at the door.

Rong Yue held a thin iron wire in his hand.

Rong Huang let out a soft cry and slapped the table, shaking the tea from the tea cup on the table splashing out.

Ding Wan's eyebrows jumped, the girl's strength is really not small.

"Rong Yueyue, you are shameless." Rong Huang pointed at the thin wire and exclaimed, "You can't do that."

Rong Yue waved back Ding Wan, walked forward and sat down, hugged the little **** his lap, and squeezed Rong Huang's cheek.

"Is Fat Fish still angry? I am responsive to your requests. Although the hot spring cannot be realized for the time being, the maid you want will also be given to you."

It's okay if Rong Yue doesn't say anything, he is angry when he mentions the maid Rong Huang.

"I asked you to find me a beautiful young lady. Although Awan's sister is also very beautiful, she can't massage my shoulders. I'm not satisfied."

Rong Huang slapped Rong Hao's hand, and the pink-white fishtail slapped Rong Hao's body.

Rong Yue noticed the slight changes in his legs, cast his eyes down and touched with his hands.

It is still very soft scales, with warm tentacles.

"Fat fish, when will you grow legs?"

Rong Yue's fingers crossed the tip of Rong Huang's tail, with a slight inattention in his tone.

Rong Huang stretched out his small arm to take the sugar-steamed biscuits, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I'll be fifteen years old, and there are still many years."

Rong Huang also drew a big circle as he spoke, indicating many years.

Rong Zhen thought about it in his heart, it would take seven years.

Seven years is enough.

-

"Run?" Emperor Song's expression was shocked, and the tip of the brush in his hand had ink dripping on the memorial. "Isn't anyone in the nunnery watching, why did Ning'an run away?"

"I don't know, but the clothes in the room are gone."

"Ning An is just a child under ten years old, how can no one find out when he escapes?"