Fang Hui was overjoyed, and now promised that if he was appreciated by the prince, he would marry her and go home.

Thus, the silly little fox demon carried a baggage into the palace.

The current three princes are the emperor's favorite young sons, even more holy favorites than the princes.

The original owner became a little palace lady in the womb of the Three Emperors, but could only do the work of sweeping outside the palace, and could not get close to the palace.

But the original owner still tried to get information about the whereabouts of the three princes from other court ladies, and then informed Fang Hui.

With the information that the original owner told him, Fang Hui was appreciated by the prince, his official position gradually rose, and he began to walk around the capital.

Therefore, there are also many ladies from aristocratic families who have taken a fancy to Fanghui.

The original owner finally entered the hall, but because of the jealousy of a little palace lady, she caused her to do something wrong in front of the third prince.

So the original owner was kicked out of the temple to work.

The original owner accidentally heard the palace maid saying that Fang Hui had married the prince Taifu's concubine. The original owner's first reaction was not to believe it. He picked up the broom and went to beat the two palace ladies.

The original owner was pushed to the ground by one of the little palace ladies, knocked his forehead on the stone steps, and died of excessive blood loss.

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Rong Huang clutched his forehead, viciously kicked Fang Hui far away.

Grievous man.

The scumbag man.

Rong Huang snorted coldly and stepped on Fang Hui without changing his face, and walked towards Yuan'an Palace of the Third Prince, known as the "evil dog".

On the clean and tidy palace roads, from time to time, the palace maids and eunuchs walked by with things, mostly with their heads hung down and walking in a hurry.

Rong Huang, who was leisurely, was particularly conspicuous.

"Which palace do you belong to, dare you to lazily hang out here!" A serious female voice sounded, and Rong Huang didn't even turn his head, lifting up the pale pink half-old palace dress and ran away.

Who cares about you, catch up with me first.

Rong Huang swayed back to Yuan'an Temple all the way.

Different from the prince residence where other princes lived, in order to show his love for the three princes, the emperor specially built a separate palace for Yongjing.

It is said that the specifications are not much different from that of the East Palace.

Just as Rong Huang was about to raise his foot and step into Yuan'an Temple, a huge...tiger ran towards him?

Rong Huang's eyes lit up instantly, and the little brain axe came over quickly and touched the king.

Seeing Rong Huang standing at the door, the huge tiger licked his paws, roared, and then threw on Rong Huang excitedly.

The palace people in the courtyard of Yuan'an Temple knelt to the ground, grabbing the ground with their heads, holding their breath.

The **** who had just raised Wangcai carried a bucket of raw meat to feed Wangcai, but he didn't want Wangcai to go crazy suddenly, roaring overturned the **** and ran out of the cage.

This little palace lady is also pitiful, and she must be buried today.

The imaginary screams did not remember, but the palace people heard the animals purring because of their extreme comfort.

The courageous palace man raised his head and glanced up, and then he was shocked.

The tiger Wangcai, who could not be approached by anyone except the three princes, had an appearance of being tamed, lying on the feet of the little palace lady, letting the little lady give it his hair, and from time to time he flicked his tail comfortably.

Rong Huang bends his eyes to smooth his brain, while Bian Shunmao's mouth still has broken thoughts, "How old are you this year? Ten years old? How young..."

"Wangcai, come back." A hoarse and lazy voice sounded, and Rong Huang gave Wangcai's smooth movements, and looked up at the source of the sound.

The tall and slender man was dressed in a purple robe, and his black hair was held in a glazed hosta, like a gentleman of jade.