The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 37

Turning around, Rong Qiannian sneered: The Rong family committed a crime and gave birth to this guy.

"Yintang is black, the bottom of his eyes is yellow, and his eyes are light purple." Rong Qiannian shook his head in shock, "Tsk tsk tsk, excessive indulgence."

This man has sharp eyes and a more poisonous mouth!
"Miss is talking about the tenth young master?" Twelve understood, and said eloquently, "The tenth young master is obsessed with women, and it is not a day or two to indulge in absurdity. For this reason, the eldest lady changed all the maids in his courtyard. After becoming the color of a mistress, the ten young masters not only did not restrain themselves, but spent 28 to [-] days in the next month staying in the fireworks and willow alley."

Speaking of which, Rong Ruhai has a lot of wives and concubines, and the number of daughters here is even more numerous, but the blame lies in this Rong mansion, all the survivors are daughters, only the only seedling in the eldest lady's room did not die young, how tricky it is Since it is countless.

Rong Qiannian raised his head and sighed, "Old man Rong is really a sinner." His tone changed, and he smiled angrily, "However, there is a phoenix like Rong Fanhua in this pheasant coop, and even the crown prince can't bear it." Invisible."

Twelve is speechless, this guy probably forgot that she also lives in a pheasant coop.

Behind the courtyard, a pair of shining pupils flashed with intense interest.

"It's beautiful?"

"Beautiful." After responding, Rong Xinjun turned around, his eyes narrowed, "Seventh Sister."

Rong Nianhua had a half-smile, and glanced at the winding path of the Beauty Garden: "She is indeed beautiful, just like her charming son-in-law."

The woman's face flashed across Rong Xinjun's mind, his wolf-like eyes couldn't hide the enthusiasm: "If she wasn't the young lady of our Rong family, I would rather..."

The lustful heart has already been aroused, but the lustful courage is not enough. When the words came to an abrupt end, Rong Nianhua's eyes lit up, and a shadow of prey flashed past, and said: "It's just a fool, the tenth brother likes it, even if you do something to her, the mansion No one will ask."

After saying that, Rong Xinjun's muddy pupils shrank, and they were scorchingly bright.

The moon is hidden in the clouds, and the incense curls up in Jingren Hall.

"A girl with such talent is rare in the world." Empress Wen looked at the scroll of paintings in her hand, and her approval was beyond words, "The daughter of the Rong family is not just a girl with a beautiful appearance. To be able to write such majestic calligraphy and paintings, Duan is not a mediocre person."

Xiao Yan smiled lightly: "More than that." Tapping the teacup lightly, he raised his eyes, his pupils condensed slightly, "The ninth son of the Rong family, what's more!"

Empress Wen was shocked: "That fool?"

Everyone in the world knows that woman is stupid, but they don't know that the most stupid woman has the sharpest pair of claws.

The corner of Xiao Yan's mouth curled up sharply: "The words of the market are safe and reliable. When it comes to intelligence, she must not be inferior to Rong Huahua."

Wen shi pondered slightly, brows tightened: "Then a good choice?"

Prince Liang, this Wen family really likes the daughter of the Rong family.

Xiao Yan slowly picked up the cup, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and raised his lips and said: "The position of Liang Yan, I'm afraid I won't be able to get into the eyes of the two of the Rong family." He chuckled, "It's interesting."

Wen frowned, thinking deeply.

This night is quiet, this world should be chaotic.

The moon is like a hook, outside Xiangfu, the wind blows up the lantern, the man stands on the wall, his handsome profile is shrouded in the dim light, and he is dressed in white, swaying gracefully.

Beside him, the man in Tsing Yi bowed and said, "Master, it's time to return to the palace."

The man suddenly turned his face to the side, a face, under the lamp, handsome and elegant, his pupils were dyed a slight blue, this face was beautiful.

He opened his lips lightly, and his voice was very sweet: "Qing, you said that the crown prince is good, does she want it?"

In a stormy situation, Crown Prince Xiao Yan visited You Xiangrong Mansion, Sima Zhao's heart was well known in the imperial capital, and the Crown Prince was looking forward to a vacant position, and the Rong family was the first choice.

And that woman... She frowned, turned her eyes, and looked at the still lit window in the yard.

Qing Yi looked inside, and said solemnly: "What she wants is not here."

The long eyelashes shrouded in light and shadow were lowered, and there were many shadows. Shang Rong asked softly: "What is that?"

Qing thought about it seriously, and replied, "Money."

In one sentence, she revealed the nature of the fox-like woman, her face suddenly smiled lightly, her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, and the corners of his lips raised: "Fortunately, I have enough."

Qing, who was waiting sideways, staggered and almost fell off the wall.He raised his eyes and looked at his master with a complicated expression. Before he could speak, he saw that master's smile retracted, his brows drooped, and he said in a muffled voice: "But, the one in Jingren Hall who intended for her The prince looks good."

Qing, his complexion changed again, and suddenly he smelled a sour smell and trembled.

This night, Zensheng suddenly became gloomy and cold. When he raised his eyes, his master's gaze became even colder. The corner of Qing's mouth twitched, and he said stiffly: "Master, Miss Eleven still likes master the most."

After finishing speaking, Qing trembled all over, covered in goose bumps.

Such a naive and awkward man, or the one who dominates the world with disdain?

Shang Rong's side face evoked a faint smile: "Talk out!" Even so, there was a smile in those eyes.

Qing, bowed her head in a low voice: "It's Qing nonsense, you shouldn't talk too much."

As soon as the sentence was finished, Qing felt a chill down her spine, and a chilly voice came from her master above her head, which was so dull and awkward that she even gritted her teeth angrily: "What did you say?"

Qing, looking up, saw a handsome face covered with coldness, his teeth trembled, and immediately changed his mouth: "No, no." Bite the bullet, and continued, "Qing dare not talk nonsense." Qing felt relieved and added another sentence, "every sentence is true."

Sure enough, Shangrong's face softened and all was serious: "Yeah." The corners of his lips curled up, in a very good mood, and he looked at the courtyard of the prime minister's mansion before saying, "Go back to the palace."

Only then did Qing breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly wrote down the lesson in her heart. What the master likes to hear is that the eleventh girl likes the master. The more things like this, the better.

Lighten your feet, as soon as you landed in a dilapidated courtyard, a woman's voice suddenly came: "Don't be afraid, or I will shake your hands and make you extinct, and I will be guilty."

It was far away, the voice was faintly visible, with a hint of cunning and frivolity, it was very much like that fox-like thief, his face couldn't help but stop, his clothes were fluttering, looking at the beautiful figure swaying in the dilapidated courtyard.

"Hahaha."

The brisk, gurgling laugh was still a woman's voice, still unclear: "Small sample!"

"Master, what's wrong?"

The faint blue pupils gradually glowed, facing the candlelight, Shang Rong asked, "Who lives in this courtyard?"

Qing replied: "Miss Rong Jiajiu."

He smiled, and his black hair was dyed a light silvery white under the lamp, a soft color: "He is an interesting person."

Qingmo spoke for a moment: "Miss Ninth is just like Miss Eleven, and she lives in a simple place. Dijing has seen only a handful of people, and she is very mysterious. May I ask my subordinates to investigate?"

(End of this chapter)