fast wear fair trade

In the study room of Dongrong Palace, a row of five black-clothed dark guards knelt on the ground. The crown prince handed over a map, and the leader of the dark guards raised his hands to take it.

"This is the map of the imperial mausoleum. You must place a red sandalwood coffin in the place of the prince. The coffin will be delivered to the imperial mausoleum tomorrow. This matter is of great importance and must be completed."

"Yes!" After everyone saluted, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, under the light of the carved lantern, only the shadow of the prince was left. The prince was sitting by the desk, thinking of something, and his expression was very lonely.

Very upset, the prince stood up, with his hands behind his back, walked to the open space of the study, took a few steps, and stared blankly at a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

That painting was a failure. It was clearly a spring full of green, but the branches were gray and without green leaves. The goshawk flying in the blue sky had only wings and no tail.

There was a slight smile on the corner of the prince's mouth. At that time, only A Xiao was in his mind, so he couldn't remember what was painted.

Maybe it was the fate of his previous life, no one had ever noticed him unconsciously from the first moment he saw him, and then he found that A Xiao's eyes were always on him,

Why is his heart so joyful?

He who always listened to his inner voice, found this little eunuch pleasing to the eye, so he asked him to accompany him all the time.But, things are not going well, why is he smiling, my heart is sweet, he is lonely, I wish I could hug him tightly to ease the unspeakable sourness in my heart.

It turned out that he liked him.

The prince smiled sweetly,

"Dangdang——" the western bell in the hall rang.

The smile on the corner of the prince's mouth paused, the time has come, and A Xiao will be leaving in three days.

Dongrong Palace bedroom

Zheng Xiao was lying on the desk on the warm couch, staring carefully at the big characters. The copybooks were provided by the prince, and the prince stipulated that he must write five sheets every day. If he couldn't write well, he would be spanked.

After finishing the last stroke, put down the brush, pick up the rice paper on the table, dry the handwriting carefully, and put it on the four written rice papers.

Zheng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, put down his rolled up long sleeves, walked behind the screen, and planned to take a bath.

While changing clothes, I suddenly saw a figure flashing past the screen.

"Who?!" Zheng Xiao hurriedly put on the clothes he had just taken off. Normally, there were only him and the crown prince in Dongrong Palace, and the cleaning palace staff couldn't leave so fast.

Just as he was about to shout, his mouth was firmly covered by a wide hand.

Zheng Xiao, who was kidnapped for the first time in his life, was so frightened that his head was blindfolded, his eyes were wide open, and when he realized that he was about to struggle, the thief came a little behind him,

His throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, his body seemed to be filled with wax, and he couldn't speak or move.

so amazing!The legendary acupuncture points!

It turns out that not all martial arts novels are deceptive.

The thief chuckled and came out from behind Zheng Xiao,

"Wu Gui?!"

Zheng Xiao was so frightened that he turned pale with fright, and in his heart he frantically called out to the crown prince, Xiao Gong, the culprits have all gone to the Dongrong Palace bedroom, your little shou is about to be bullied, come quickly!

Wu Gui walked around Zheng Xiao, Zheng Xiao's eyeballs followed him from left to right, his neck felt cold for a while,

Wu Gui carefully looked at the boy in front of him, he was handsome at best, his skin was too white, his stature was too short, he didn't know what the little prince liked about him.

Yo, a little eunuch dares to stare at him.

Wu Gui sneered, walked to the warm couch and sat down, glanced at the words on the rice paper out of the corner of his eye, Wu Gui wrote at the age of five, and saw Zheng Xiao's true level at a glance.

Wu Gui sighed inwardly, this kid has no talent and no good looks, he is really the same as his Aruobi.

Zheng Xiao saw the contempt in his eyes, and he felt like shit, you're a thief who still dislikes me, and you don't even look at what you look like, like a blind man who has lost his hair.

Wu Gui drew out the scimitar at his waist, the thin blade shone with silver light, and drew two strokes at Zheng Xiao,

Zheng Xiao's flesh hurts.

Wu Gui sneered and said: "The little prince has an agreement with me. I'll see if he is playing tricks. You should be glad that the little prince is a person who abides by the agreement, otherwise,"

He looked at Zheng Xiao with gloomy eyes: "Your head fell to the ground a long time ago."