In the dream, she discovers that her wish has come true.

A golden mountain, a silver mountain of silver light, a copper mountain of shining copper.

Three mountains stood before her, and she stretched out her hand to hold it up and kiss her lovely silver.

Unexpectedly-

Bang –

She rolled over from the clouds and fell to the ground, falling to the ground on all fours.

Raising his head, outside the screen window, the light was white and bright, and his eyes were shining.

Hey? So soon, the sky was already bright.

It's a pity. Rong Qiao got up from the cold ground, she patted the dust on her body, and sighed, she didn't touch her three mountains, it's a pity.

The door creaked open at this moment. A woman of about fifteen or sixteen years of age walked in, her facial features were delicate, her face was slightly pale, she was dressed in an emerald green dress, and a small pink jacket was added.

Looking at her appearance, her eyes are evasive, she is easily frightened, and she is cautious in her actions, for fear of doing something wrong.

It seems that her dress, her demeanor and demeanor should be the maid of Prince Zhong's mansion.

Sure enough—

"Madame Seventeen, the slave maid has brought you the water to wash your face. The young master instructed that after the seventeenth lady had finished washing, she would go to the hall and have breakfast together. She bowed her head and said timidly.

When Rong Qiao heard this title, she was really not used to it.

She took the silk towel from the maid, wiped her face quickly, and then instructed her, "Sit down, I have something to ask you." ”

"The slave doesn't dare, Mrs. Seventeen, if you have anything to say, just ask, the slave and maid can stand." The little maid didn't dare to approach Rong Qiao's side, she stood some distance away from her.

"What's your name? Did you just come in today? Rong Qiao asked.

"The slave's name is Chunlan, and she was bought into the palace by the housekeeper three days ago to serve the seventeenth lady." Her voice was very small, she kept her head down, and she never dared to look up at Rong Qiao to speak.

Rong Qiao didn't force Chunlan to raise her head to talk to her, she knew that people here were used to bowing their heads to do things and bowing their heads to speak. If you want to change this bad habit, you have to take your time.

A trickle of water, a trickle of water.

She calmly accepted Chunlan to dress her up, because she asked her to get it herself, so she tied a hairband.

To be honest, although she has designed a lot of hair accessories and clothing, she has also earned a lot of silver from these.

However, there is one thing she still can't deny, she is very dissatisfied with these hair accessories and clothing, it is too cumbersome, and it is in the way of doing things.

She was frowning for a while, and Chunlan's skillful hands had already given her a simple and beautiful hair ornament.

She looked at the bronze mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

"Chunlan's hand is really skillful."

In her treasure cabinet, there are also many women with skillful hands, who earn a lot of money by helping noble ladies and ladies dress up.

This Chunlan's craftsmanship is also good, if she dares to go out one day, she will take her with her.

Chunlan blushed embarrassedly when she heard Rong Qiao's appreciation.

"Where, is the seventeenth lady's hair is good, black and bright, smooth and soft, easy to match this kind of hair accessory."

She opened the box on the dresser and spread out the rows of jewelry.

"Madam, do you still need to wear any hairpins?"

Rong Qiao shook his head. "No need, I just wear this hairpin."

She inserted the green bamboo and plum hairpin into the green silk, which was just right, elegant and light.

"Lady Seventeen, she looks good, and she looks beautiful in everything." Chunlan praised sincerely.

Rong Qiao pinched his cheeks.

"So, is it still beautiful?" She teased her.

Chunlan looked at Rong Qiao's grimace, she couldn't help it, she snorted and laughed out loud.

Then he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he quickly lowered his head and was silent, not daring to say anything.

Rong Qiao sighed lightly, alas, back to his original position.

This is not good, she has to make persistent efforts to cultivate this little girl well, since she is her personal maid, it will be a little follower in the future, the position between them must be on the united front, she must continue to brainwash her.

Rong Qiao made up her mind to instill a new concept in Chunlan and let her stand with her.

However, before she planned to instill Chunlan's tirade, there was already an accident in the hall of Prince Zhong's mansion.

And this matter is very related to her family's personal maid Chunlan.

In the hall of Prince Zhong's mansion, a girl in a blue shirt knelt on the cold ground with her knees.

She hung her head, her body trembling uncontrollably, she didn't dare to look up, let alone look at the red and swollen hands that hung down at her side, burned by the hot soup.

In the silent hall, the atmosphere was maddeningly depressing.

Gong Huangjue sat on the high seat, he glanced at the placket of his clothes splashed by the hot soup, and then stared coldly at the kneeling girl.

At the table, sixteen ladies were unanimously silent, they did not dare to make the slightest movement, but sat silently in their chairs.

When Rong Qiao followed Chunlan to the Shura Hall, he happened to encounter this scene.

Chunlan trembled when she saw the girl who was kneeling with her head bowed, and Rong Qiao was keenly aware that her little girl's eyes were shining.

"Do you know that kneeling girl?" Rong Qiao turned around and asked Chunlan quietly.

"Back to Mrs. Seventeen, that's the slave's sister, her name is Chunyue, and she is serving Mrs. Sixteen." The water in Chunlan's eyes surged more.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal, I don't think anything will happen to your sister."

Rong Qiao comforted Chunlan, in fact, she didn't know the bottom of her psychology, this elusive cold-faced man couldn't be judged by common sense, and Chunyue's little life would be gone.

However, with the concept that if she can be saved, she will be saved, Rong Qiao decided to give it a try, she will be a blind cat and try her luck.

If you're lucky, maybe this guy will be kind on a whim, so maybe he will let Chunyue go.

Therefore, Rong Qiao deliberately spoke loudly.

"Huh? Didn't you say breakfast? What's going on here, why is it that everyone is watching and not eating breakfast, and this meal is not something that fills your stomach just by looking at it, you guys are really weird. ”

She strode over to a vacant spot.

"Gong Huangjue, this position is mine, right?" She shouted at Gong Huangjue.

Everyone present looked at Rong Qiao in shock, didn't she want to die?

Dare to yell at the Shura Prince?!

Gong Huangjue withdrew his cold gaze from the kneeling maid's body, and he looked at Rong Qiao with an unbelievable gaze.

Then he waved his hand.

"Someone, take her down and lock her up in an iron house for three days." If she doesn't starve to death, even if she dies.

Gong Huangjue's order made everyone present stunned for a moment.

Then Chunyue knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and she said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She was then taken to the iron house by the nursery.

Chunlan looked at Rong Qiao gratefully, Guan Tie House, at least there was a chance to live.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her sister was finally not taken to the wolf's den to feed the wolves.

Rong Qiao looked at the figure of Chunyue in the distance in puzzlement, this girl was hungry in the iron house, and she was like Xie Guanyin Bodhisattva Xie Gong Huangjue, there was really something wrong with her head.

She shook her head, and then her gaze swept over the tempting aromatic food, and her mood improved.

She sat down with a big grin, picked up her chopsticks, and picked up the delicious dishes when she saw them.

No matter how many pairs of eyes were staring at her, she ignored them all, and only ate her own food.

In the hall, except for everyone's jaws that were about to fall off in fright, there was only the sound of Rong Qiao eating and drinking soup. She was full of food and drink, and patted her stomach with satisfaction.

"This chef's cooking is quite delicious, good, good, my stomach is finally full." She got up with a smile on her face.

Looking up at everyone, he still maintained a surprised gaze, staring straight at her.

She looked at Gong Huangjue in confusion.

"Gong Huangjue, if you envy me for eating, you can eat by yourself, why do you keep staring at me? Watch me eat, your stomach won't be full. ”

Everyone was shocked again!

I thought to myself that this woman really didn't want to die.

You must know that Gong Huangjue's women have always been seventeen, but as for who these seventeen women are, he never cares.

He killed the Seventeenth Lady today, and tomorrow a new Seventeenth Lady will appear in Prince Zhong's mansion.

In Prince Zhong's mansion, his woman only has a code name and no name.

And he never needed to know his woman's name.

But now—

"What's your name, woman?" He spoke.

The woman was so bold that she challenged his patience again and again.

But she was the only woman who still treated him as a person, so sometimes, she would forget his identity as a Shura and forget that she was standing on the territory of Prince Zhong's mansion.

Therefore, she dared to call him by his name so much and challenge his patience.

So, there was an inexplicable impulse in his heart, he wanted to know what the name of this woman was.

Rong Qiao suddenly felt that her whole body was stared at by surprise. She pointed to her nose and looked at Gong Huangjue.

"You ask me?"

Gong Huangjue's long, narrow eyebrows were good-looking, and he condensed slightly.

Rong Qiao also felt as if he had asked a nonsense, didn't he ask knowingly.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and said with a proud smile: "Gong Huangjue, you listen well." I only said it once, my name is Rong Qiao, the appearance of the face, the arbor of the Qiao. ”

Rong Qiao!

Everyone standing in the hall of Prince Zhong's Mansion was shocked.

The famous wealthy girl of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first imperial merchant in the world who is now the saint of the imperial seal, that is, the righteous daughter of the current emperor Princess Jingling.

She's that person?!

A strange light flashed in Gong Huangjue's cold eyes, he stared at Rong Qiao's pretty and sweet face, and he couldn't connect the rumored wealthy girl with her at all.

It is rumored that Princess Jingling is the fifth prince Zhou Jingyao's favorite confidante, and she is the woman who swore not to marry the young general who protected the country.

She?! Gong Huangjue inexplicably looked at Rong Qiao like that Rong Qiao, he just snorted coldly, and he knew it.