"Ah?" He whispered softly, without knowing at all, and could not guess what he was going to do?

Rong Yu glanced coldly and I shrank in fear. He took a handkerchief from his sleeve and pressed it directly on my forehead: "You are my man now. If you don't obey, I will tie you up with stones alive and throw it into the well!"

The pain made me groan. He let go of my hand. My hand was directly pressed on the handkerchief, begging with humble plea: "Eleventh Prince, I am so obedient. Can you let me live for a long time? Let me make a name for myself in the palace?"

Rong Yu's eyes flashed, and he leaned over and approached me slightly. Instead of responding to me, he asked me, "What's your name?"

His eyes were really beautiful. When they fell into it, it seemed like they fell into a peach forest. The peach blossoms flying in the sky made people feel rippling and they didn't want to come out.

"Go back late, I will go back late!"

He frowned, "Don't have a last name?"

"No, no relatives, no surnames, nothing, as long as I am, I want to live in this palace!"

"There is hatred?"

In a blink of an eye, his eyes pierced into my heart like a knife, aroused my hatred, aroused my mother's death, and aroused the scene where I was thrown into the palace full of tigers and wolfs by my grandfather.

I took it down with my hands stroking my forehead. The handkerchief was covered with blood. My eyes were as red as blood, and I did not hide my hatred: "I hate, I want to make a name for myself and not be bullied!"

He was silent for a moment, his eyes never left my eyes, "Want to take revenge?"

I suffocated my breath, looked at his thin and delicate face, paused and said, "Like you, I hope you can do it!"

He glanced at me deeply, said nothing, turned around and left.

Unsure of what kind of character he had, he followed him and returned to his yard.

When Yuan Yi saw me, his whole body seemed to be furious, "Prince Eleven, why isn't she dead yet?"

Rong Yu nodded, looked at Yuan with a hint of warmth, and did not put his disrespectful tone in his heart. He did not coldly, and explained patiently: "She was sent by Eunuch Wen. She would let her die in one day. It is difficult for Eunuch Wen to explain!"

When Yuan Yi heard this, he looked at me vigilantly: "No matter who sent you here, you are not allowed to approach the Eleventh Prince, otherwise I will kill you!"

A man who was shaking all over said that he was not as good as me.

I bowed to him and said, "Grandpa Yuan is lucky, I will clean it!"

"You don't need you!" Yuan Yi opened his arms to me, Rong Yu's expression became dim and unclear behind him. Yuan Yi scolded me, "You can go back to the room, don't have to come out!"

Yuan Yi is not steady at all, like a cat, and he will grin at whoever approaches Rong Yu.

How did he gain tolerance and trust, and what should I do to gain his trust and live without worries in front of him?

Looking around, he pointed to a room casually: "The Eleventh Prince, is that the room of my servant?"

The warmth in Rong Yu's eyes disappeared and he looked at me coldly: "There is nothing, it's best not to come out!"

"Yes! I'll leave!"

After saying that, I went to the room without stopping.

The side courtyard in the palace is much better than the cold courtyard I lived in Yu Mansion. Although the daily things inside are old, they are all available.

Before he could sit down, the door was kicked open. Yuan Yi had a blue face and came in with a basin of water, and placed it heavily on the basin rack: "The Eleventh Prince is rewarding you! His face is covered in blood, and he is not afraid of bad luck!"

The basin fell on the basin rack, and the water splashed out. I looked at him calmly: "Thank you, Eunuch Yuan, I hope Eunuch Yuan will take care of me in the future!"

My thanks and lowness didn't bring me a good look.

Yuan Yidao: "As long as you stick to yourself, you will naturally have your benefits. It would be better to have thousands of ways to make you die!"

He is only a little taller than me, and pretending to be an adult is funny: "I will be at peace with myself. If Eunuch Yuan is dissatisfied with me, you can ask the eleventh prince and just transfer me back to Eunuch Wen!"

Yuan Yi's face changed and his feet stomped on the ground: "What a wise girl. Don't think that you can bewitch the eleventh prince if you speak with your mouth. Let me tell you that if you have me there one day, don't think you will get close to hurt the eleventh prince!"

I glanced at him, walked over, dipped it in water with my face and the veil I gave me. Unexpectedly, Yuan snatched the veils one by one: "This is the veil of my eleventh prince, I'm here again!"

With empty hands, I slowly smiled: "Just take it, why should I be so fierce?"

Yuan Yi glared at me fiercely, twisted the veil and left.

Without a handkerchief, I lowered my eyes, rippled in the basin, looked at myself in a mess, and scooped water with my hands, washing the blood bit by bit!

The wind was calm for several days, and the scars on the forehead were scabbed. Rong Yu liked to go out at night, and was like a ghost.

When Yuan Yihui went out, he stood at the gate of the yard and looked around. No matter how late he was, he would wait until he came back.

In the calm and quiet sky, I knew that Rong Yu's mother was once a favorite concubine. Even if she did not reach the imperial concubine, the emperor's favor to her was unique, and Rong Yu was not in this honor and favor.

Generally, the mother is precious by her son, or the son inherits the mother's honor. She is curious about any trace of favor that has not been involved in the mother's mother's grace.

"Go back late! What are you thinking?" Hua Zhuoer reached out and shook his hand in my eyes, "Eat quickly, Aunt Siyan said we cleaned it up, and I specially gave it to you one piece!"

Hua Zhuoer begged Aunt Siyan for a long time before Aunt Siyan reported my place to her. She saw the scars on my forehead and felt distressed for a long time. She said with great regret that as a good friend, she did not take good care of me.

Looking at the pastries wrapped in her handkerchief, exquisite and small, I gently pushed my hand: "Zhuoer, you eat it!"

In this dark night, Hua Zhuoer came to give me a piece of pastry. My heart seemed to be roasted on the fire, and the warmth flowed to my limbs and bones.

Hua Zhuoer licked the corner of her mouth, sent her hand to me, and urged me indifferently: "I've eaten it a long time ago. This is for you, you can eat it..."

She had clearly never eaten her. I reached out to take it, broke it in half, and handed it to her: "Let's eat together!"

Hua Zhuoer was stunned, smiled sweetly and took half of the pastry, carefully put it beside her mouth and took a bite, "It's so delicious, Guiwan, you can eat it!"

As soon as the pastry came to her mouth, she didn't taste it at all, so she told me that it was delicious. When I went back, she smiled loudly, then took a bite, and nodded: "Well, it's delicious, thank you Zhuoer!"

"You're welcome!" Hua Zhuoer smiled shyly at me, and ate the half piece of pastry with a precious bite.

Looking at her care, in addition to hatred, there was something else in my heart that Hua Zhuoer wanted to eat the best palace pastries.
Chapter completed!