One hundred and eighteen, who is she
Several people rushed towards the mouth of the well, and when they got closer, the purple figure had already jumped up in the air, and the black hair was scattered with the wind, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, like a frightening flood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
In just a few breaths, several people were knocked to the ground, and there was an unlucky guy who was kicked into the ancient well, and after the plop, there was a tight cry for help.
"Help—help me!"
Turtle Gong was shocked, and asked Yingzheng with a blank color, "Who are you?"
Ying Zheng picked up Zichu in front of the water tank at this time, patted his face, closed his eyes, spit out a few mouthfuls of water, and then began to cough non-stop, and his pale face was abnormally flushed from this panting.
Zichu's appearance is by no means bad, it is a soft and handsome young man's appearance, the white porcelain is dyed crimson, like a wonderful hand, and the pair of water-cut eyes are open, which is not inferior to Yuehua at this time.
Ying Zheng sighed twice and patted him on the back vigorously.
Zichu spit out a big puddle of water again, and glared at her fiercely, wouldn't he be light, so vigorously trying to slap him to death?
Someone in the juvenile pile stood up to the cannibalistic gaze of the turtle father, and said weakly: "He is Mu Gongzi's person......"
Then he was silenced in Yingzheng's sweeping eyes and shrunk his neck.
In addition, someone echoed without a long eye: "It's true, we all know his clothes, they belong to Mu Gongzi." ”
Ying Zheng didn't care this time, she still looked at Gu Gong with that smiling expression, the expression on Gu Gong's face was wonderful, her little eyes were rolling on her, and she didn't know what her brain had made up.
"What is the identity of you and Mu Gongzi?"
"What do you say?" asked Ying Zheng rhetorically.
Gu Gong's face changed, Mu Gongzi had just arrived, but after all, he was the one who was instructed by the master above, and he couldn't offend someone who might gain power in the future for this little thing, so he smiled and said: "The slave taught the disobedient new man today, if there is any offense......
The tone turned two corners.
"The slave is here to apologize, this person is frightened today, wait for another day the slave will bring someone to test......"
didn't wait for Ying Zheng to mention it, this turtle boy sold her face first, and also grabbed a step down for this matter.
Ying Zheng looked at Gu Gong with a cold look, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth deepened.
His people in the courtyard were all beaten down, no matter how interesting they were, who might suffer a loss......
She is not surprised by the performance of the turtle father, the old palace maid who teaches the rules in the palace is more good at things than him, if this kind of thing happens, he will already talk about it at length, showing that she is hard-working, she is brainwashing, and everything she does is for the good of the other party.
Whether Ying Zheng is Mu Gongzi's person or not, in the end is just a lowly turtle prince, it is impossible to go to Mu Gongzi to ask, isn't that a slap in the face?
"Turtle Gong has worked hard. Ying Zhengying, seeing this large wave of people leave, there are only a few people left in the courtyard.
There are a lot of courtyards in the museum, the scenery between the courtyards is quite beautiful, the pavilions and pavilions of the building railings, the fake stone flowing water, makes people feel refreshed and happy.
Ying Zheng asked his subordinates to help Zichu and went towards the arranged courtyard.
The two were assigned to different courtyards, probably because of their different identities.
Zichu's body deed is not in his hands, because his body is no longer under his control.
And Ying Zheng was brought back by Mu Gongzi, and Mother Hua just gave her food according to Mu Gongzi's wishes, because Zichu was in the children's courtyard, and Ying Zheng was in the room of his subordinates.
When Mother Hua remembers to say a word or two in front of Mu Gongzi, I am afraid that there will be no place for Yingzheng.