He didn't know if it was the illusion of the shopkeeper, he always felt that the little maid who was following the mysterious girl looked at him with subtle sympathy.

The shopkeeper shook his head, how could it be possible.

Obviously he made a fortune.

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Soon at the end of the month, Rong Huang went to the bookstore to pass the manuscript to the shopkeeper, and at the same time took away the two stacks of "Master Wang and His Little Petite".

I told the shopkeeper that it doesn’t exist to be sold on the black market.

Not to mention that Rong Huang didn't know where the black market was, even if he knew it, he wouldn't be squeezed into that place.

She is a little phoenix with an air of air, so she won't go to the black market.

Rong Huang asked You Ling to go out to inquire about the noble families in the surrounding counties and counties. Taking advantage of the dead of night, he sent "Master Wang and His Little Petite" to the pillows of these nobles and their families.

Of course, the delivery service must be paid.

Rong Huang also emptied their treasury.

Now that the imperial court is corrupt and the roots are rotten, aren't all the things in the treasury of the rich and powerful people come from squeezing people?

Rong Huang is kind and fraternal, in order to prevent these powerful and powerful people from being cursed by the people, he specially took away the property that might cause them to die early.

Regardless of whether they would cry into an eight hundred jin fat man after they found out, Rong Huang's goal was achieved anyway.

In less than half a month, a beautiful love story book called "Master Wang and His Little Petite" began to circulate in private in more than 20 counties and counties around the imperial capital.

In the book, the love and hatred of Lord Wang and Xiao Jiao Fu Tingji tightly clasped their heartstrings, making many people happy and sad for the pair in the book.

At first, the book was widely circulated among the elite. Later, the common people also heard of this heart-stirring book. Quietly Mimi took the money to the exclusive agent of each county—the beggar bought it. This book.

All of a sudden, the "little petite man" craze emerged in more than 20 counties.

By the time the imperial court knew about this, the "little petite" craze had basically spread throughout the entire dynasty.

"Snapped--"

The sapphire-colored exquisite tea cup hit the ground fiercely, and the tea splashed all over the place.

It also splashed on Ji Ting, who was kneeling on the ground.

The emperor after the Long Case had a furious look, walking back and forth with his hands holding his hands, occasionally glaring at Ji Ting underneath.

The palace people in the hall bowed their heads, lest they be angered by the emperor.

"You are really my good son!" The emperor pointed at Ji Ting tremblingly, his face flushed with anger, "I will let you do things for me, you are fine, and bring me back such a big surprise!"

Surprise...

Ji Ting's pupils, who had originally looked numb, trembled, and seemed to fall into the fear and pain of being forcibly fucked.

For more than a month and nearly two months, Ji Ting was imprisoned by the emperor, and his injuries were finally healed.

It's just that the injury on the body is easy to heal, but the injury in the heart is not so easy to eliminate.

Ji Ting prides himself on his distinguished status. In the past, the women he fancyed were all first-class beauty. Even his fiancée was one of the top beauties in the emperor. When did he encounter such awkwardness and even disgusting things?

He was actually given by a minister...

Thinking of this, Ji Ting couldn't help but want to cover his mouth and cry.

He was too painful.

All this is simply not something a noble prince born in a golden nest and a silver nest can bear.

The feeling of being crushed underneath is still like a bone gangrene, tormenting him all the time.

"Father, the son is innocent, and the son is framed!"