If there is anyone in this world who doesn't know Mr. Fu Huan, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone.
But if there is anyone who has stayed with Mr. Fu Huan for more than a month, Tang Xiaohe is probably the only one in the world.
Ever since the 31st year of Yuanfeng, when ten-year-old Tang Xiaohe became the personal maid of Qin Fujin, the master of Fuhan, it was called a fate test!
When you go out, you are despised by countless ladies; when you are home, you are despised by countless maids.
What evil had she, Tang Xiaohe, done to deserve such treatment?
But, why do I still not want to leave even though this is the case?
"Tang Xiaohe, will you be my maid forever?" Beside the summer pond, a young man in black clothes held a lotus in his hand. Tall peach blossom eyes and gentle smile.
"Yeah."
Is it because I promised him?
"Tang Xiaohe, do you think Yilou will like these gadgets?" By the winter stove, the young man in a red cotton-padded jacket played with the ice crystal in his hand with great interest.
"Yes."
Tang Xiaohe rubbed his chest uncomfortably, feeling that something was wrong with him.
"Tang Xiaohe, I'm going out tonight. I'll bring you some peach blossom cakes, so help me hide it from the housekeeper." Under the moonlit night, a man in white clothes caressed the girl's sleepy face lovingly.
"I know, I know, leave early and come back early."
Everyone knows that there is no other place selling peach blossom cakes at night in the imperial capital except the brothel and Chu Pavilion.
But why did he still say that he would leave early and come back early?
Tang Xiaohe didn't know.
Until the eve of his wedding at the age of seventeen, Tang Xiaohe looked at the full moon outside the window.
My heart hurts so much.
His fingers involuntarily tapped the wall, and there was a tapping sound from the other end of the wall.
Amid the banging sound, Tang Xiaohe had a good night's sleep.
Ringed with bells, a group of happy Pos and maids pushed open the wooden door quietly.
Next door. Qin Fujin looked at his red and swollen fingers and shook his head in amusement.
If you are not blessed enough, how can it drag you down? Wiping away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Qin Fujin closed his sore eyes.
No matter how scared I am, I will be careful not to let you find out that I love you.
Yu Chen was originally a flying squirrel who had practiced cultivation on the snow mountain for thousands of years. Unexpectedly, once he made a mistake, he was captured by a mortal and given to a girl named Tang Xiaohe as a birthday gift.
The most disgusting thing is that the mortal clearly knows that he is a god, but he has the courage to lock himself with a spirit ring and let himself be that person's pet for the rest of his life.
Facts have proved that there will be no good consequences for offending the gods.
Under the moonlit night, Yu Chen, who had recovered his true form, stepped on the dying man in the pool of blood with one foot.
"Mortal, do you know you are wrong?"
"Xiaohe, Xiaohe, Xiaohe..."
"Mortal, I am asking you something!"
"Xiaohe, Xiaohe, Xiaohe! Do you know where Xiaohe went?"
"Didn't she die long ago?"
