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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Princess Don’t Be Cool at Night

Whether in the 21st century or in ancient times, there is always one kind of behavior that remains unchanged.

That was Bagua. After hearing the princess's scolding, due to their curiosity factor and Bagua gene, all the servants blocked the door into a small circle and curiously went inside to see what was going on.

I saw a vulgar-looking woman in the laundry shop with her back to a man wearing only underwear. Her frown was declaring the woman's dissatisfaction. The face of the man in underwear was dirty and dirty.

The smoke was so dark that even his hair was matted and turned into a bird's nest, which showed how miserable the man was.

"Princess, just now Yeliang went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and that's why it turned out like this. Yeliang didn't do it on purpose." Duan Yeliang said pitifully, his face was blackened by smoke, but he had a row of teeth.

It looked particularly shiny against the background, reminding Mao Ting of black toothpaste.

"Let's not talk any more. Can you put your clothes on first?" Mao Ting turned her back to him, smiled lightly, and spoke in a neutral tone. As soon as she entered the door, she saw him wearing obscene clothes, holding up the

A dark face that was almost invisible, and a bad bird's nest, he ran towards her with joy on his long and white legs.

If she hadn't immediately stretched out her hand to signal him to stop, if she hadn't scolded him to stop, she would still have had to give this ancient version of the sharp brother a big hug today.

"Madam... Ye Liang's clothes are dirty. They are changing them and washing them."

Speaking of this, a certain man seemed to feel even more aggrieved. The only thing that could be seen was a sad look in his beautiful eyes, which seemed to make people think that he was really hurt a lot.

Mao Ting raised her eyebrows. Is this an explanation? He was obviously pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. If she didn't take care of this man today, she wouldn't call her Mao Ting.

The woman turned around, with sarcasm on her lips, and sarcasm on her cold eyes: "But, are you doing the kitchen work? There are many servants in the house, do you still need my princess's responsibility for things like washing clothes?

Will your noble husband do it?"

"The princess really doesn't know?" Duan Yeliang lowered his long eyelashes with a look of sadness. Duan Yeliang sat back on the stool with a sad look on his face. He awkwardly picked up the clothes board. The clothes were not washed well, but water droplets splashed.

All in one.

"What do I need to know?" Mao Ting asked directly, the sarcasm in her eyes getting worse.

Duan Yeliang rubbed the clothes in his hands vigorously and said sadly: "The servants in the house said that the princess doesn't love me anymore. The princess has not come to visit Yeliang for a long time. Since the princess no longer cares about Yeliang,

Yeliang, only Yeliang can do these chores by himself. Yeliang no longer has any silver to buy precious volcano fruits, no more silver to buy beautiful clothes to wear for his wife, and no more silver to buy the things he likes. Sooner or later.

Ye Liang could only be abandoned by the princess in the backyard, eating leftovers. Wearing tattered cloth clothes, Ye Liang has always been loved by the princess. How can Ye Liang bear such a gap? Now... it's just to get used to it early. "
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