Feng Jinxing is very depressed. His innocence is almost at risk. The only woman who has seen his body when he grows up is Hua Xiaoyu. At the moment, he doesn't want the second woman to have this opportunity.

I wonder what Shangguan Ruoli's reaction would be if he knew what was going on here. Would it be a little bit off-putting?

Shangguan Ruoli already knew at this time that Feng Jinxing's cry for help was so loud that the secret guard naturally heard it and reported the matter to his masters.

"Pfft!" Shangguan Ruoli spurted out a mouthful of tea when he heard Feng Jinxing calling for help, "Hahaha! This Feng Jinxing is really cute, he must still be a baby!"

The secret guard had a dark look on his face. The princess was indeed a bloodline of Mr. Xiao, so the reaction was the same.

Dongming Ziyu felt like he had shot himself in the foot. Shangguan Ruoli liked men who were clean physically and mentally. This must have improved Feng Jinxing's favorability in Shangguan Ruoli's heart.

However, seeing Shangguan Ruoli smiling back and forth, he was in an extremely good mood, which meant that Shangguan Ruoli had no personal feelings for Feng Jinxing at all.

If he had been in this situation, she would have gritted her teeth and wanted to kill those two maids.

Ling Yao was drowsy in Dongming Ziyu's arms. She was awakened by the ear-piercing laughter of her mother's concubine. She rubbed her eyes with her fists and said confusedly: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, go to sleep." Dongming Ziyu patted her back, listened to the secret guard's report in a good mood, waved him away, and asked Shangguan Ruoli softly: "How to solve this matter?"

Shangguan Ruoli rubbed his aching stomach, coughed slightly, and said, "Let's take a look at the situation. If no one comes to us, we can pretend not to know about it."

Dongming Ziyu said: "What if Yiqiu really asks you and me to make the decision?"

Shangguan Ruoli raised his eyebrows and kicked the ball back, "You are the master of Prince Xuan's Mansion, you have the final say on this matter."

"You are the mistress of Prince Xuan's Mansion. Things like the maid crawling into bed are your responsibility." Dongming Ziyu slyly kicked the ball back.

He just wanted to know how Shangguan Ruoli would deal with it, so as to judge Feng Jinxing's position in Shangguan Ruoli's heart.

Shangguan Ruoli guessed what he was thinking, thought about it, and said: "It stands to reason that we can sell Yichun and Yiqiu, or kill them, but it may not be the result that Jin Xing wants to see. In order to let

After he calmed down, he handed over their prostitution contracts to Feng Jinxing and let him handle it himself."

If the attack is mild, Feng Jinxing may be dissatisfied; if the attack is severe, he may feel guilty and feel that he has hurt innocent people, so he gives people to him to beat or kill, whatever he likes.

Dongming Ziyu was very satisfied with the answer and kissed her on the face.

Shangguan Ruoli glanced at Ling Yao, who was already asleep, and whispered: "The child is already asleep. Let's put her on the bed."

Ever since what happened to Nanyun Youhan, Ling Yao often had nightmares and kept sleeping with them.

Dongming Ziyu put Ling Yao on the big bed, covered her with a small quilt, then sat down on the couch.

Shangguan Ruoli looked at the hourglass and said, "It's still early. I've asked people to prepare wine and food. Do you want to drink and watch the New Year at the same time?"

Dongming Ziyu was dissatisfied, "You have already drank two glasses of fruit wine today. You can't drink any more. Otherwise, the little one will be an alcoholic when he is born, which will be troublesome."

After hearing what he said, before Shangguan Ruoli could say anything, the little guy protested and kicked Shangguan Ruoli in the belly.

Shangguan Ruoli pressed his belly and said coquettishly: "You say I look like an alcoholic. Aren't I too sleepy just to talk and stay up late? Can I just drink apple juice?"

I miss Jing Yu so much. If he were around, I could take out a lot of fresh fruits from the space and drink whatever juice I wanted.

Seeing her expression darken, Dongming Ziyu knew that she missed her son, so he quickly held her hand and said, "Okay, let's drink together to celebrate the New Year."

Why doesn't he miss Jing Yu? It's just that he is not good at expressing himself.

Every time I see Ling Yao, I always think of Jing Yu.

With her husband's tenderness, Shangguan Ruoli felt a sore nose, leaned into Dongming Ziyu's arms, and shed tears, "Husband, I miss Jingyu, and I don't know where he is, whether he is okay, or whether he misses us.

"

Dongming Ziyu hugged her, wiped the tears on her face with his big hands, and said softly: "He must be very good, otherwise Ling Yao wouldn't be so quiet."

Although there is no scientific basis for this, Shangguan Ruoli would rather believe it.

Sassoon said outside the door: "Your Majesty, Princess, the wine and food are here."

Shangguan Ruoli hurriedly got up from Dongming Ziyu's arms, straightened his messy hair, and said, "Send him in."

Sassoon came in with two second-class maids carrying wine and food. The plates were on small plates, but the portions were not large, but everything was very delicate.

Sassoon placed the exquisite plate on the small table with a soft floor, poured wine for Dongming Ziyu, poured apple juice into Shangguan Ruoli's cup, and then left with the maid.

As soon as I closed the door to the room, I saw the left housekeeper walking around the corridor.

Sassoon's face turned cold, and he raised his chin slightly, like a hen guarding its young, entering a fighting state.

This pretty face butler can't take charge of anything. He hired four vixens before the master came. His ability to deal with things is far inferior to that of the old butlers in the capital.

Before Butler Zuo could get closer, he walked up to him like a proud little peacock and said in a cold voice: "It's so late. What are you doing here? Didn't you know this is the backyard? Men can't enter except for eunuchs and servants.

Don’t you know the basic rules of the backyard?”

Butler Zuo's face darkened. Before he said this sentence, the little maid kept talking like this.

How did he offend this little girl?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sassoon pinched his waist with both hands, raised his eyebrows, and said with a cunning light in his eyes: "What? Do you think this move is in line with the rules? It seems that you are not a servant, maybe you are just like Mo Wen...

"

As he spoke, he looked at Butler Zuo with sharp eyes, and finally his eyes turned around somewhere on him.

Butler Zuo felt a gust of cold wind under his crotch, blushed, and gritted his teeth and said: "You little girl, how can you be so sharp-tongued? I came here to report something!"

Today was New Year's Eve, and all the people serving in the courtyard, except for the guards and secret guards, had gone on holiday to watch the New Year's Eve. He couldn't find the person to deliver the message, so he came in person.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into the little girl's gun.

Sassoon curled his lips and hummed: "Is there anything important that I can report on New Year's Eve?"

At this time, Housekeeper Zuo would naturally not see the prince in person to report the matter. He thought it would be a good idea to let this little girl pass on the message, so he resisted the urge to get angry and said: "It's Young Master Feng. Yichun and Yiqiu offended him, and he's still tired.

Third Young Master Feng has caught a cold. Please tell the prince, please..."

"Okay!" Sassoon interrupted him loudly before he could finish his words, "I see, aren't they just two slaves? Are you here to disturb the masters on New Year's Eve? Could it be that you are not interested in those two slaves?

Maid, are you interested?"
Chapter completed!