it's a small, quiet, tender face, a little tired, silly and silly. It's hard to be disliked. If it wasn't because he was the son of Mrs. Jing, everyone would like him more.

"little brother, you're so smart. I'm talking about you." Rong Sixian said with a hypocritical smile.

he looked at him in silence, leaning his head. "Uncle, your voice is so nice."

"Yeah, little brother..." Before Rong Sixian finished speaking, he said quietly, "it's very similar to that uncle."

they followed the direction of little silent fingers and saw that it was the eunuch beside Princess Le'an!

poof!

Rong Jing finally took a sip of tea and sprayed...