Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild - Chapter 707
Chapter 707 Miss arrived (12)
Rong Huang soaked it softly and hard for seven or eight days, finally letting Rong Mu relax.
“You can go to the emperor, but you have to bring enough people.”
Rong Huang’s little chicken nodded his head like a peck of rice, and promised again and again, “It must be certain, and my daughter will come back safe and sound. Don’t worry, Dad and Niang.”
Father Rong’s status in the house is only a little higher than that of the little kid Rong Shun. Of course, he dare not refute his wife’s words, so he can only sullen his head to arrange an accompanying guard.
The mother of a thousand miles is worried, and this girl is the same when she goes out. This old father’s heart is still not up, and he can’t wait to take the whole Rongjiapu guard away to the girl.
But now that the court was preparing to do something, Father Rong thought about it and gave Rong Huang a team of elite guards.
It took two days to reorganize, and the men’s clothing that Rong Huang had previously tailored in the tailor’s shop was also delivered.
Wearing a moon-white costume, wearing a pair of boots embroidered with moiré patterns, a jade pendant used to press the corners of the robe hung around his waist, and a gold folding fan in his hand shook lightly, forming a handsome young boy with red lips and white teeth.
Rong Huang stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at his dress, expressing his satisfaction.
Looking at Young Ling behind him through the bronze mirror, Rong Huang cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his voice, appearing to be somewhat neutral, “You Ling, just ask you if your son is handsome?”
You Ling: “…The son is the most beautiful and unparalleled man in the world.”
Rong Huang shook his head and shook his head and shook his golden folding fan. He looked like a romantic boy. He touched his face and boasted with a smile, “Well, this boy thinks too.”
Young Ling’s complexion was gentle, echoing behind.
There is meat on the thighs of the young lady, but I didn’t see that the previous little petite man has spread all over the country, and the young lady has also rewarded her a lot of money.
Rong Huang closed the folding fan, placed it in his palm, and knocked, with a wave of his small paw, “Go!”
Seeing the baby girl who was leaving Rongjiapu on horseback with excitement on her face, Mother Rong’s expression was a little complicated, and she poked at Father Yung beside her, “I remember Huang’er didn’t know how to ride a horse before?”
Father Rong stroked his beard with a deep face, “Of course our daughter is very talented. It’s nothing more than riding a horse.”
Mother Rong was silent for a moment, but was persuaded by this reason.
Nodded, Mother Rong said with satisfaction, “It really is our daughter, if only A Shun was so talented as well.”
Rong Shun was very good at martial arts, and everyone in Rongjiapu knew that.
Here, Rong Mu means that Rong Shun has not inherited her talent for dressing up or being dressed up.
Father Rong understood as soon as he heard it, his mouth twitched, and he didn’t speak.
Rong Huang was riding on the horse, with the reins in one hand, and the golden folding fan in his hand shook and shook, like a little boy who was spoiled by his family when he was out for fun.
The accompanying guards tried their best to strain their expressions, and hurried silently.
“The imperial capital is two days away from our Rongjiapu. Let’s find an inn for a rest tonight.”
Seeing the sunset slanting westward, Rong Huang raised his hand holding the folding fan to block the sunlight from the west, Xing’s eyes narrowed and said.
You Ling grew up in Rongjiapu, and he would naturally ride a horse. He followed Rong Huang’s horse closely, and even though he was wearing men’s clothing, he still whispered, “Yes.”
After walking forward for more than half an hour, it was dark before I saw an inn.
Although it’s a bit small, it’s still clean.
After paying the money, Rong Huang took You Ling to the second floor.
It is estimated that the room has been unoccupied for a long time, and there is a faint musty smell in the room.
Rong Huang sniffed, and the golden folding fan slightly concealed the lower half of his face, with undisguised disgust in his squishy, clear apricot eyes.