Yan Jing dressed up as the little eunuch, bent down and left the leopard room.
His human skin mask was already familiar to many small eunuchs. Along the way, the eunuchs greeted him, and none of them recognized him as the emperor. They couldn't help but feel a little surprised to pretend to be a ghost.
After searching for a few times, I finally watched the two little palace maids beside Concubine Jing pestering Sanmao to play. One of the little palace maids' hands were held in Sanmao's hand, touching and pinching, making the little palace maid panting and blushing.
Another palace maid rushes to reach out to Sanmao and says sweetly and sweetly: "Little Maozi, why are you just showing Li'er's palmaria? Don't show me? How come I look better than Li'er? You're so biased, come and see my palmaria too!"
The palace maid named Xiaoli pouted and smiled shyly: "Miss Yun'er, Brother Xiaomao likes me and doesn't like you. Who makes you not gentle enough?"
Sanmao smiled wickedly and said, "That's it! Yes, Yun'er, you're not good. I touched your little breasts and turned against me, not gentle at all! I don't want to play with you."
He repeatedly played with Li'er's little hands and said greedily: "Look, Li'er is so good. Although her face is not as good as you, her chest is much plump and elastic as well! The little Russian touched it and felt so good. Li'er didn't dodge and was urging forward!"
Li'er's face was flushed, she twisted her waist, lowered her head and said, "Brother Xiaomao! You are so bad! Isn't this the secret between us? Why did you tell me it? I'm so embarrassed."
Li'er said it was a secret, but her eyes were full of pride. She pouted at Yun'er, shy and proud.
Yun'er stomped her feet in anger, and her eyes were almost dripping with water.
The little steamed bun-like chest stepped forward and said shyly: "Little Russian, come here, come and touch Li'er now. Li'er doesn't hide, you can touch it casually! Remember, don't pinch it anymore..."
Sanmao curled his lips and said disdainfully: "No! Yun'er, your breasts are so small. I touched Li'er's plump breasts. When I touched you, I didn't feel any touch. Don't touch them! Don't touch them!"
Upon hearing this, Li'er covered her mouth and proudly stood up to demonstrate to Yun'er.
"What should I do? A stinky little guy, let me touch you, you won't touch you yet!"
Yun'er was so anxious that she wanted to cry, her eyes were filled with pitiful water traces. She pulled Sanmao's arm and said unyieldingly: "Little Maozi, what do you think? Where are you going to touch?"
Sanmao was itchy when Yun'er's little hands scratched, and she lowered her head and stared at Yun'er's perky buttocks.
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"Little Russian, what do you think of me doing?"
Yun'er suddenly realized what Sanmao was thinking. He glanced at Li'er's provocative look. Yun'er shook her sleeves angrily, pushed Sanmao with a hand, and said disdainfully: "Little Se ghost, I still want to touch my butt. Do you think you are very accurate in fortune-telling? A stinky guy, if you are really a man, I will accept it if you touch my butt."
"But do you have that? What can you do if you touch it? You are full of your stomach, so why don't you be so thirsty!" Yun'er snorted at Li'er, ignored the three Maozi, and walked towards Concubine Jing's palace.
He almost arrived at the palace gate and turned around and blushed, "If you don't have that...that thing, you will never touch my butt in your life, you will be so angry."
The Sanmao was stunned. Looking at Yun'er's angry and coquettish look, she looked so similar to Junior Sister Caixia. She couldn't help but get up and chase Yun'er.
Li'er twisted her waist aside, watching Sanmao run away, hurriedly pulled Sanmao's arm tightly, smiling brightly, and said in a sweet voice: "Brother Xiaomao, don't pay attention to Yun'er, she is just like that! Pretend to be noble!"
"She doesn't play with you, Li'er plays with you, Brother Xiaomao, you can touch me anywhere."
Sanmao ignored Li'er and was so anxious that he chased Yun'er, but Li'er grabbed her tightly.
Sanmao was angry, shook his arm and threw Li'er aside, bared his teeth and said fiercely: "Get out, how many eunuchs have you touched you, who cares?"
Li'er sat on the ground, but Sanmao's fierce expression was scared to death...
Sanmao ignored Li'er's crying and shouted: "Yun'er, don't run away. The little Russian was wrong. I won't touch you anymore. I'll tell you fortune! Oh... don't run away!"
Sanmao shook his arm and rushed forward quickly. When he was about to reach the gate, he was stopped by two big inner guards.
Sanmao waved desperately inside: "Yun'er, come out, I won't play with Li'er anymore. I'll just play with you alone, and I won't touch you anymore. Can you touch me?"
Yun'er stopped, looked back at Sanmao, her eyes were like water, with coquettishness, and she snorted, then ran away.
A large-sleeved and round-waisted guard pushed Sanmao aside, and smiled disdainfully, "Touch you? Where are you? You have nothing, and you still want to play with Yun'er? Do you play with the false phoenix and fake phoenix?"
If Sanmao hadn't guessed that he was hiding his identity, he really wanted to use his skills to knock the guard away with his fleshy face. He got up and spat hard at the guard's saliva, which happened to spit in the guard's laughing mouth.
The guard was so disgusting that he hurriedly vomited, blushed, and said furiously: "Baby, I've peeled you."
He chased after him with a knife.
"Come on! Come on! If you can't catch up, you're a big fat monkey to death!" Sanmao was so clever that he was dodging left and right to play with the guard.
The guard couldn't catch up and screamed in anger.
I was afraid that the guards were incompetent, so I didn't dare to chase them too much, so I went back cursing...
Sanmao looked at Concubine Jing’s door, looking lonely and kicking a small stone, not knowing what to do!
Suddenly I heard someone calling him: "Little Russian, what are you doing? What a coincidence!"
Sanmao squinted his eyes, snorted, and said disdainfully: "What a coincidence? Damn Xiao Jingjing, you have been secretly watching the show aside for so long, and you still say it's a coincidence? You are not ashamed of your big face."
Yan Jing looked surprised. There were not many people in his life who dared to scold him like this. Apart from Shi Yue, it was Sanmao.
However, Yan Jing didn't seem to mind at all, as if he was scolded, but he felt very comfortable.
He walked forward with a spring breeze on his face and pulled Sanmao's arm, urging: "Sanmao, the beauty is in trouble, don't pay attention to them, go! Let's find a place where no one is, practice martial arts, I want to see who is the best of us."
"I said Xiao Jingjing, don't bother me!"
Sanmao showed off his "uncle" style and snorted: "Who competes with you? Are you good at martial arts? Do you understand witchcraft? Do you understand witchcraft? I am ashamed of it."
"I really won't go to the competition?" Yan Jing asked.
Sanmao snorted: "No! Get out quickly."
Xiao Jingjing smiled badly, pointed to the gate of Shude Palace, and said mysteriously: "Little Maozi, do you want to enter this door and find Yun'er to play games in a dignified way?"
Looking at Sanmao's shining eyes, Yan Jing said in a gentle manner: "Hehe... As long as you accompany me to practice martial arts and make me serve Xiao Jingjing happy, I can come up with a way to send you in openly and touch Yun'er and grab Yun'er. Do you believe it or not?"