Late at night.

The Prince's Changqin Room.

Prince Changqin looked at the two shy and timid girls under the quilt who were wearing only bellybands and exposed their lotus-rooted arms. He said with a stern face: "Ignorant Taoists are not close to women. You all go back."

Our life is not rich.

"Okay."

The two girls got out of the bed obediently, docilely and obediently, without any resistance, and then walked out wearing thin clothes.

The prince Changqin went straight to bed, smelling the refreshing fragrance, and seemed to feel pretty good, so he was about to lie down and take a nap.

Suddenly, he sensed that the two girls outside had not gone far. They were at his door, being blown by the cold wind. He immediately frowned and said, "Why don't you leave yet?"

"Sir Huang Longxian, don't worry. This is our Qingqiu hospitality rule. We will stay vigil outside. If you can't do this, you will be punished when you go back." A girl shook her long white fox tail, and she was clear.

said movingly.

Looking at the pitiful expressions of the two girls, Prince Changqin frowned. He had never liked these etiquettes, and they were meaningless. In addition, this was Qingqiu, so he suspected that there was something wrong with Qingqiu, so he made some calculations.

The cultivation of these two white foxes is so low that they are not even close to the real immortals. Therefore, even if Prince Changqin is not good at deduction and knows only a little about the Eight Diagrams, with the ability of Daluo Jinxian, he can directly calculate the lives of these two little girls.

It’s over.

Clean and pitiful.

Her parents died when she was young, and she was trained by Qingqiu to become such a maid.

The greatest expectation in life is to take distinguished guests with you.

If I drive him away, I will be beaten by my grandma.

Sighing inwardly, Prince Changqin relented and waved his hand to let the two girls get into bed.

Just let them sleep outside the bed for a while.

The next day.

Prince Changqin held a girl in his arms, chatted with them, and went to find the other poor little girls.

He figured it out.

As a responsible monk, he has to take care of these weak, pitiful and helpless little girls.

And the most important thing is.

He is not the prince Changqin now.

He said Huanglong.

Now we are losing face to Huanglong.

Why should we establish a good image for Huanglong?

This is the essence of counterfeiting!
Chapter completed!