Since Fu Ningyuan left, Fu Jiuchen's damn sense of oppression has become more and more terrifying.

He was really naïve, and he dared to break into the Flying Dragon Hall single-handedly, but he met the emperor thanks to it.

"Wang ...... Lord Wang, those little chicks in Orchid Garden are still waiting for the concubine to go back to feed, and the concubine has also retired first. ”

After speaking, he bowed his body and wanted to escape.

"Stop." A cold voice rang out in the back of her head.

"Okay." The little girl quickly stopped her steps, turned her head, and asked with a smile: "Lord Wang, do you have anything else to tell the concubine?" ”

"The conditions are not discussed?" The man looked uncertain where he was standing, his hands behind his back, his fingertips twisted.

"Talk."

Hua Xiangrong's eyes lit up, and her crow-like eyelashes stirred, setting off a small face more vivid and compelling.

What does this mean: What do they still have to talk about the conditions she proposed?

"Lord Wang, as long as you give me Yunhe, you can let me do anything."

Hua Xiangrong blinked excitedly with big eyes of mist and mist, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes would be misty, and she was delicate and moving.

Fu Jiuchen was a little obsessed with it.

The woman was dressed in a pink Luo skirt, standing there with a green and green hair, a pair of big round eyes like fog but not fog, and the moon painting smoke was delicate, "Why don't you want to go to the flower viewing conference?" ”

Hua Xiang Rong Yingying was blessed, and replied: "The concubine body just doesn't like to be lively, but it doesn't matter, as long as the prince agrees to the concubine body to allocate Yunhe to the concubine body, the concubine can go to the sword mountain and go to the sea of fire." ”

Fu Jiuchen's lips were pursed, and his eyes were slightly constricted, revealing a noble coldness.

It's just a maid, but the craft of making pastries is slightly better, why does she care so much?

"Poof".

Hua Xiangrong knelt on the ground, took out an embroidered handkerchief to half-cover his face, and forcibly squeezed out two lines of tears.

Started the performance, sobbing: "Lord Wang...... Do you know, this Yun He, she is a good sister I rescued many years ago, because I know that I am trapped in the palace...... Oh no, marrying into the palace, she wanted to enter the palace to accompany me, but she had no way out, so she had to enlist the maid into the palace, and begged the prince to fulfill our sisterhood! Yes! Lord Wang, you are the best person in this world. ”

What a fart.

"You get up first." Fu Jiuchen frowned a little impatiently, he hated the trick of crying and hanging herself the most.

"I'm sorry, if the prince doesn't agree, the concubine will kneel and die here." The delicate and slender body knelt on the ground, her eyes were full of pity and pitiful.

"A maid, for you, get up quickly, wipe away your tears, dirty to death."

"The concubine thanked the prince."

Hua Xiangrong got up and wiped the tears off her face, "Then the concubine is going back?" ”

"Let's stay for dinner." The man said casually, then flicked his sleeves and left the study directly, leaving a stunned look on his face.

Nani?

Remain?

Dinner together?

Dinner at this Wyvern Hall?

If this is known by other women in the palace, they can't each use a sharp sword and stab themselves into a hornet's nest?

"Lord Wang...... No, there are still chicks to feed in the concubine Orchid Garden, and I don't have time to stay for dinner......"

Lifted the skirt and ran out......

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The dining room of the Flying Dragon Hall is divided into a men's hall and a women's hall, with the left being the men's hall and the right being the women's hall.

Although no woman has ever eaten in the Flying Dragon Palace, the division of the men's and women's halls is still very detailed.