The ginseng slept sweetly on the bed of the prince who stayed in the sky. The prince was not in the room, and the servant walked in with a basin of water, because he knew that the prince was out, so he didn't knock on the door. The subordinate who pushed the door in was stunned for a moment. How can someone lie on the prince's bed.

"Hmm." The field ginseng who was woken up opened his eyes and sat up. Turning over while sleeping made the clothes messy, half of the white and tender chest was exposed, and the cleaning maid stared at the little ginseng.

"This son is really good-looking, but what are you doing in the prince's room in disheveled clothes is trying to seduce the prince, what a shameless man." The little girl thought secretly, gritting her teeth. "Why are you watching me all the time?" The ginseng that has the air to get up is very fierce and fierce, okay. In society, I don't talk much about my brother, it's good!

"It's obvious that you're in the room of the Heavenly Prince." The little girl angrily knocked over the basin and threw the rag at the little ginseng. "What's the matter?" The tall guards who were passing by heard the voice coming over. "This, I came to clean the room I don't know why there is a son, the son is sleeping I woke him up, this son scolded me. Knock over my basin of water. The little maid explained anxiously while cleaning up the water underground, pear blossoms bring rain. His lowered head and eyes were full of malice.

"You are? How is it in the prince's room? Wearing the prince's clothes is a thief? "A litany of questions from the High Guard." I'm not a thief. "The field ginseng suddenly grasped the point, and the others were a little incomprehensible. What the hell is the prince?

"Obviously, this sister is a bad person, why don't you murder her." Little ginseng is aggrieved. "I think you're a thief." The high guard is fiercer than that. "I, I." Little ginseng didn't know what to say. "You're a thief and shameless." The little maid added oil and vinegar.

"Why is it so noisy!" A man in his forties and fifties who looked like a housekeeper walked over and spoke gently. "There is a thief in the housekeeper's room." The high guard glared at the little ginseng. "If a thief throws it out, it is." The butler turned to leave. "I'm not a thief, it's Brother Hua Huan who asked me to sleep here and let me wear his clothes." In the 21st century, small ginseng is also favored by ginseng, deer antler velvet, matsutake mushroom, and cordyceps. Now I can't argue with the little ginseng, and I feel that I have been greatly wronged. Ignoring the thousand-year-old ginseng essence face is also sixteen or seventeen years old.

"The prince's name is your name, why are you so shameless." The prince is so beautiful, it was someone like you who hooked up, Xiao thought that the prince really deserved to be beaten to death. I am the princess. The little maid thought viciously.

"Bold, dare to call the prince's name." Gao Guard summoned two Xiao Si and prepared to throw the ginseng out. "Alas, you little doll doesn't learn well, and you can't do anything well." The housekeeper looked at it and found that the cute thief was still a little doll, so he kindly criticized it.

"Woooooooooooooo Little ginseng cried out. “。。。” The housekeeper felt that he was bullying the child. "Let him quarrel here, don't throw it out of the palace quickly." The high guard commanded his subordinates to throw the little ginseng out.

"What are you doing?" Xin Huahuan, who had just come back, heard a noise before he entered the door, which seemed to be mixed with crying. As a result, I saw the little ginseng squatting on the ground crying and several fierce people surrounding the little ginseng. "Woo, Brother Huahuan, they bullied me." The little ginseng cried and threw herself into Xin Huahuan's arms. Tears wet Xin Huahuan's shoulders. "Don't cry." Xin Huahuan picked up the little ginseng and walked into the room without saying a word, sitting on the chair with a gloomy face.

Steward Ji secretly screamed that it was not good, and the prince who had been smiling all the time had a gloomy face, and he must be angry.

"Lord Wang." Little girl, pear blossom with rain opening.

The little maid is Song Qingru, the daughter of Minister Song's family, but in fact, she is the one who really wants to seduce Xin Huahuan.

"Shut up." Xin Huahuan said coldly, "San'er, tell me what's going on." The hand gently patted the little ginseng on the back to help soothe his breath. Woo, Brother Hua Huan. "This woman came into your room and hit me with a rag."

"It's disgusting for a man to cry and pretend to be pitiful." Song Qing scolded like a shrew.

"Song Qingru made trouble in the Heavenly King's Mansion, bullied San'er and dragged it down." Xin Huahuan opened his mouth coldly.

"Wang, the prince is as sunny as me, and my father is Song Gang." "Song Gang went into the dungeon." Xin Huahuan frowned impatiently. Song Qingru was so frightened that she fell to the ground. A paralyzed guard pulled Song Qingru down.

"And there's more." Xin Huahuan wiped her tears with an expressionless face on the little ginseng. "They say I'm a thief and a thief."

"High Guard." Xin Huahuan looked at the guard Gao without popularity. "Lord Wang, my subordinates didn't feel that they had done anything wrong." The high guards who have just been here for a few days are strong. "San'er is crying." Xin Huahuan rubbed the little ginseng's head. "Drag it off." The paralyzed face reappeared, pulling the high guard down.

"What are you going to do with it?" The little ginseng looked at Xin Huahuan innocently. "Drag it down and kill... Punched? Xin Huahuan looked at the simple little ginseng, and the word dead came to his mouth without saying it. Don't break it, it will hurt. "Little ginseng pulls the fingers of Xin Huahuan." To drag it down is to scold. Xin Huahuan held the little ginseng's soft hand.

"Huh." Steward Ji thought it was funny and surprised. This little doll doesn't look simple, making the prince like this. And the little doll is very simple? Plain unreal.

"Funny?" Xin Huahuan looked at the housekeeper. "I didn't keep the Heavenly King." The housekeeper looked at Xin Huahuan. "He didn't kill me, he listened to those two people, but he also said that I was a thief." "Drag it off." Xin Huahuan no longer looked at the old butler. "Lord, let's talk." The butler stood still.

"Gin'er went to wash her face and cried like a little flower cat, and there are snacks I brought back for you in the kitchen." Xin Huahuan put the ginseng essence on the ground. "Eat a snack." The little ginseng bounced and ran out. The butler walked over and closed the door and stood back where he was.

"Lord Wang, this son is." The housekeeper looked at Xin Huahuan. "It's too much." Xin Huahuan shook his fan and looked at him expressionlessly. "It's simple, it's not real." "The daughter of a minister's family can mix in, and so can this son." Xin Huahuan didn't say a word. "The identity is unknown, the prince is too favored." "Yan Mo, you're too wide." "Many years ago, it was I who chose someone with eyes and eyes and almost killed the prince." "Now I can't help but doubt it." "Is it a spy or someone who wants to harm the prince to arrange this son of Sam'er to the palace!" "He's not like a good guy." "This son will hurt you, the prince."

Xin Huahuan thought that the little ginseng was a spy and was sent into the palace as an undercover agent, using simplicity as a cover to harm himself. After all, the little ginseng is in the palace for no reason. No way, I can't be wrong with people's eyes.

"Yan." "I'm not a bad person." The little ginseng who originally wanted to give Xin Huahuan a snack heard it clearly. "I'm not a bad person, don't make me go, I'll just go." The snack in the little ginseng's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Gin'er." Xin Huahuan stepped forward and grabbed the little ginseng's hand. "Thank you, Brother Hua Huan, for taking me in, giving me snacks to eat, and letting me sleep in your house and wear your clothes, I can't keep bothering you here." The little ginseng shook off Xin Huahuan's hand.

"Where are you going, not afraid of being cut open and soaking wine?" Xin Huahuan hugged the little ginseng and whispered softly in his ear. "Don't be afraid, it's not as good as me to be suspected of being bullied by you, I." The little ginseng broke away and strode with his still slender legs. A gust of wind seemed to knock him down.

"What's the situation?" Several guards watched their prince run after a child.

Little Ginseng saw the hole in the ground at the base of the wall, lying on the ground, and immediately drilled out. Xin Huahuan jumped on the wall and jumped up. Standing in front of him in an instant.

"Hum hum." The little ginseng panted and walked slowly on the road. When he saw a ruined temple, he walked in.

"Can there be people here?" Xin Huahuan wiped the ashes on his body in disgust and looked at the little ginseng sitting on the straw. "Lord Wang, please go back." Little Ginseng lowered his head and didn't look at Xin Huahuan. "Your clothes, pants and shoes are mine." Xin Huahuan sat on the straw and looked at the little ginseng. "I'll pay you back."

"You're going naked?" Xin Huahuan looked at the little ginseng with a dark face. "I, I'll turn back into a treasure fruit." The little ginseng puffed. "Then someone cut open the soaking wine, knife by knife." Xin Huahuan stretched out his hand and gestured on the little ginseng. "You bully people, you all bully people, obviously you are the bad people." The little ginseng had red eyes and a hand pulling the straw to spill his breath. "It's Brother Hua Huan who didn't protect you, there won't be a next time." Xin Huahuan felt a pain in his chest.

"Goodbye Lord Xin." The little ginseng sat motionless on the straw. "Here, mosquitoes, rats, bad guys, strange things, you are good-looking, you will definitely be bullied, you can't eat, you can't wear warm, don't go back with me?" Xin Huahuan pinched the little ginseng's chin and let him look at him. “。。。。” The little ginseng cried again without speaking. "Even if you don't agree, it's impossible for me to agree, saying that if I protect you and take care of you, I will always protect you." Xin Huahuan picked up the little ginseng, carried it on his shoulders and left. Touch your hand around the neck of the little ginseng. A golden square mark appeared on the neck of the little ginseng, which looked like a tattoo.

Xin Huahuan flew back to the palace with the little ginseng in his arms, kicked away the people in the palace, and the four words Liutian Wangfu on the door frame trembled slightly. The guards stood at the door without saying a word, and the guards all appeared.

"See Princess Liuten." Xin Huahuan put down the little ginseng and held him in his arms. Hold the little ginseng that wants to run tightly. "Princess Liutian." The group knelt on the ground.

"Lord Wang." The butler walked out and saw the mark on the neck of the little ginseng and a pendant tied around his wrist. "The old housekeeper Yan Mo is the princess of Liutian." The butler knelt on the ground.

"What is the princess of Liutian?" The little ginseng looked at Xin Huahuan in confusion and then looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground. "What are you doing on your knees?" "And the old man will not be able to stand kneeling and kneeling like this." The little ginseng looked at the housekeeper timidly. The little ginseng who cried into a little flower cat said that they were dirty_(°ω°"∠)_

"The princess told you to get up, don't you hear?" Xin Huahuan's voice was sharp. "Princess Xie." The crowd stood up.

"Brother Hua Huan, I'm ginseng, not a princess." Little Ginseng looked at Xin Huahuan. "Let's bathe and change clothes, little flower cat." Xin Huahuan pinched the little ginseng's face.

"I think I can join the Beggar Gang this way." Little ginseng wants to run. Just now, Little Ginseng saw a group of ragged and dirty beggars chatting on the road, and heard them say that they were beggars.

Everyone lowered their heads and laughed.

"If you dare to run out of the house, I will cut you open and soak in wine." Xin Hua smiled and carried the little ginseng on his shoulder.

"Butler, the princess is very good." He patted the butler on the shoulder.