At this time, her etiquette and demeanor are as standard as the female officials in the palace.

An abnormal color of light swept through Gong Huangjue's brutal black pupils.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled evilly.

"Seventeen."

Rong Qiao's heart was cold. What did he want to enslave her for?

Her heart is full of thoughts, and on the face, she is still amiable and innocent.

"Rong Qiao, listen, what other instructions does the prince have?"

"The king suddenly felt a little sore in his shoulders, and he was tired of beating it seventeenth." There was a bit of coldness in the deep voice.

Rong Qiaoqing's eyes vibrate, there was nothing wrong with her ears, this cold-faced ghost actually asked her to beat him on the back.

Gong Huangjue floated indifferently across her face.

"Seventeen, do you want this king to repeat it again?" Anger floated his strong eyebrows.

Oh –

Rong Qiao was very angry at her dogleg behavior, but at this moment she had to save her life.

Doglegs are doglegs, and a few punches should not fall off the flesh on her body.

So she shook her hand with a smile and said, "No need to repeat, Rong Qiao has heard it clearly, clearly, word for word, and not a single omission-"

"You're talking too much nonsense."

Gong Huang Jue's cold voice killed Rong Qiao's plan to transfer the target with the power of his tongue.

Bump –

Something shattered in Rong Qiao's head, and she hurriedly put her hands together and knocked Gong Huangjue's shoulder with a punch.

Her eyes were clear, the fire was shining, and she gritted her teeth, and she wanted to pounce on the shoulder of this cold-faced ghost and bite it hard a few times to quench the hatred in her heart.

"Seventeen, are your hands too light?"

The chopsticks in Gong Huangjue's hand were slowly lowered, and the strength of Rong Qiao's hands immediately turned into a ball of spring water, and she rubbed his shoulders very hard.

"Lord Wang, what about this, how is this strength? Are you comfortable? ”

Gong Huangjue didn't say anything, but the chopsticks in his hand slowly lifted again.

Rong Qiao couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief in his heart.

But then, she didn't dare to make it again, she knocked Gong Huangjue's back with moderate strength, until he put down the chopsticks after eating, and wiped the corners of his lips with a white silk.

"Seventeen." Gong Huangjue let out a low voice.

"Here, Lord Wang, is there anything else that needs to be done for the Lord in a small way?"

Rong Qiao replied with a sixteen-point spirit. She shouldn't have to work now, it's time to let her go back, hehe, she laughed in her heart.

"Let's make some tea, Seventeen." Gong Huang Jue floated slowly and methodically.

In Rong Qiao's clear eyes, the luster spread. What is he saying, what is he talking about, making tea?!

Gong Huang Jue's cold light swept towards Rong Qiao like a searchlight.

"Yes, Lord Wang, you wait, the little one will be soaked for you right away." Rong Qiao is like a shopkeeper again at the moment, she plays a very similar role, gives a salute to Gong Huangjue, and hurriedly goes to make tea.

Gong Huangjue stared at Rong Qiao's distant back, and his consistently cold and hard lip line unconsciously softened by three points.

As for Rong Qiao, she rushed out of the hall, and she was furious.

Grandma's bear, Gong Huangjue, you give my aunt and I remember, one day, I will let you serve me like this, there will be a day, she sweared.

Rong Qiao gritted his teeth and ran to the tea shop and brought three cups of tea to Gong Huangjue.

"Lord Wang, there are three cups of tea here, one is cold, one is mild, and one is hot. What kind of heat does the prince like, please choose a cup. She tried her best to introduce the warmth of the three cups of tea to Gong Huangjue, with a small calculation in her heart. My aunt and grandmother don't believe it, so you can still yin me?

Gong Huang Jue's brutal black pupils fluttered faintly on the three cups of tea on the table of the Eight Immortals. He reached out and took a cup of hot water, lifted the lid of the tea, glanced at it, and threw it on the table, and the hot water stains splashed up and stained Rong Qiao's skirt.

Rong Qiao shook the hem of her skirt with her feet, she threw the water stains out, and then glared angrily at Gong Huangjue.

"Gong Huangjue, are you looking for fault? Three cups of tea, the temperature is as you choose, what else are you not satisfied with? Tell you, my aunt and grandmother don't serve you anymore. ”

She rushed towards Gong Huangjue with the anger in her heart. Then she slammed the tray on the table and walked away in a rage.

"Seventeen, stop!" Gong Huang Jue's cold light shot straight at Rong Qiao's back.

Rong Qiao obviously noticed his surging murderous aura, she was very much no longer in the bag, and wanted to leave. But her feet couldn't help but turn in a general direction, turning straight back to front.

"Lord Wang, what else do you have to order?"

She raised her eyes, her pleasing eyes, shining, and the anger she didn't know where to hide it for a long time.

"Rebubble!" Two simple words, cold and compelling.

"Lord Wang, the little one is not as smart as the Lord Wang, can you please ask the Lord to mention what kind of tea do you want to drink?"

She soaked him in the best dragon well after the rain, is he still not satisfied?

"Clear tea." It's two words again, as if squeezed out of the gap between the teeth, still two words very reluctantly.

Rong Qiao still didn't understand.

"Lord Wang, I mean what kind of tea does Lord Wang need?" She spoke cautiously.

Gong Huang Jue's eyebrows have revealed a fierce anger.

"Plain water." This time he moved his mouth and finally said three words. But Rong Qiao was so shocked that he almost dropped his jaw.

"White-on-water?" She made sure there was nothing wrong with her ears.

Gong Huangjue glanced at her coldly.

She immediately stood up and smiled respectfully.

"The prince's request, the little one understands, and the little one will change three cups of tea for the prince."

"Wait a minute!" The cold timbre floated behind Rong Qiao, and Rong Qiao immediately turned around and said with a smile: "Lord Wang, do you have any other orders?" ”

"You don't need three cups, just one cold drink." Gong Huang Jue's cold black pupils condensed with light.

Uh-

Rong Qiao looked at him in surprise, when did he give birth to a little kindness?

Could it be that she misheard it again. She just wanted to verify her hearing, but Gong Huangjue didn't give her a chance.

The murderous aura of his black eyes is strong, and anyone with a little brain will not want to provoke him at this time. So Rong Qiao left very familiarly.

She believed in his little kindness for a while.

This time, she brought a glass of cold boiled water and placed it in front of Gong Huangjue. Gong Huangjue didn't say anything more, he drank it all in one gulp, and then glanced at her.

"Seventeen, it's okay, you can retreat."

Hallelujah, Amitabha, all the great gods and immortals, she finally heard the most beautiful voice in the world.

"Then the prince, the little one is gone." She almost wanted to scream, but luckily she remembered who was standing on someone's turf, so she held back the ecstasy with her fists.

She's finally free! That's great! That's great!

She cried out in her heart.

"Seventeen, tomorrow you will go to the wolf den to wait and feed the wolf cubs."

Rong Qiao's ecstasy was less than a second, and he was immediately doused with merciless cold water.

Feed the wolves food?! Her head immediately drooped like a ruined eggplant.

Gong Huangjue sat beside him, he looked at Rong Qiao's ever-changing rich expression, and his always cold and hard lips raised slightly.

When it was dawn the next day, Rong Qiao was summoned to the hall by the guards sent by Gong Huangjue.

"Seventeenth lady, the prince is affectionate."

Rong Qiao glanced at the guard faintly, she ignored his words, continued to raise her legs, stretched out her hand, she was trying to do gymnastics.

When people saw that Rong Qiao's movements were not like moves, and the dance was not like dance, they were a little puzzled. But Gong Huangjue's order he couldn't help but convey it, he thought that Rong Qiao didn't hear it, so he repeated it loudly.

"Seventeenth lady, the prince is affectionate."

Rong Qiao's eyes rolled and floated the guards.

"I'm not deaf, it's enough to say it once, there's no need to be a repeater and repeat it to me."

Repeater?! What is this thing? There was a clear question in the guard's eyes.

Rong Qiao didn't bother to explain, the words created by her mother were not something that ordinary people could know.

And she won't be kind enough to explain.

Besides, if she had to explain every word to them, she wouldn't have to die of exhaustion.

Chunlan heard Rong Qiao spit out fresh words from her mouth, and she was already able to deal with it without being surprised.

But when she saw that she handed Rong Qiao warm wipes, she didn't say anything.

Rong Qiao's clear eyes crossed a look of satisfaction, she took Chunlan's wet wipes, wiped her face, and returned them to Chunlan. Then she lazily said to the visitor: "You can go now." ”

Gong Huangjue was in the hall of Prince Zhong's mansion, and he hadn't seen Rong Qiao appear for a long time, and between his eyebrows, a touch of violence was faintly revealed.

He just got up and wanted to teach Rong Qiao, a woman who was inch by inch and didn't know the height of the sky.

Rong Qiao had already appeared in his sight lazily and charmingly, and today she was wearing a small orange shawl, a white gown, and a light and elegant skirt of the same color.

There is no hair ornament on the head, and it is still just a green bamboo and plum hairpin casually inserted into the bun.

Gong Huangjue didn't know if he was dissatisfied with her clothes or whether he was dissatisfied with her belatedly, in short, his indifferent dark pupils floated a frozen cold light, and in the cold light, there were some suppressed angry lights intertwined intricately.

"Seventeen, you're late." His tone was extremely cold.

Rong Qiao saw that the sixteen ladies in the hall were already standing in line, but they did not sit at the dinner table. The dishes and chopsticks on the large round table were neatly arranged, and the food had not been touched at all.

She pointed to the table and met Gong Huangjue's dark black pupils.

"Isn't it still time to eat? I'm not too late. She walked over in a relaxed and cheerful manner, ready to sit down and eat.

Gong Huangjue grabbed her from the chair and lifted her whole person.

Rong Qiao screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Gong Huangjue, hurry up and let me down. I didn't do anything today, where did I offend you, why did you do this to me? ”

"Woman, do you want me to help you recover your memory?" Gong Huangjue stared coldly at her face.

"Seventeen, tomorrow you will go to the wolf den to wait and feed the wolf cubs."

The cold, bloodthirsty tone passed through Rong Qiao's head, instantly shocking her.