But it's always boring.

In the past, Baitao would do mischief on the top of the mountain, but now it seems less interesting to do mischief on the foot of the mountain.

I almost couldn't say anything.

Just like how I put it, there might be less wind blowing from the mountains and less spiritual energy from the vegetation.

The straps are a little scary.

Baitao usually has nothing to do and likes to climb up to the roof to breathe the air above.

Sitting on the eaves, she could see the huge HD city in front of her eyes, so the person standing under the eaves had her little girl in her eyes, and her heart and liver were trembling with shock.

"Little Master, come down quickly."

"It's dangerous, little master. Oh, if something bad happens, how will your slaves survive?"

"It's windy up there, little master, please don't move. The slaves will get the ladder right now."

There are only two masters in the White House.

When the eldest master is not around, their slaves can only serve the little master.

That means you have to stare eight hundred times a day. If you don’t stare eight hundred times, you might blink and disappear.

It's not like they didn't see the little master's little devilish appearance a few days ago.

But the little master looks so harmless to humans and animals, so harmless that even humans and animals almost think he is harmful.

So no, they put the past things in the past and set up a ladder to persuade the young master to come down.

Baitao smoothed the red water chestnut from her bun, and when they came closer, she jumped down on the tiles.

Everyone took a breath when they saw this, "Huh——"

Baitao landed smoothly, "Where is my brother?"

"Master hasn't come back yet, and we, the slaves, don't know about Master's schedule."

The slave who reacted first replied.

"Little master, if you feel bored, why don't you let the slaves ride the big horse for you?"

The slaves bent down and nodded. Although the young master looked pampered, he never made things difficult for them.

What's more, they are extremely cute, and apart from being a bit difficult to take care of, these slaves are also in pain and happiness every day.

"Ride a big horse? What fun is that? If I want to ride, I'll ride for real."

Baitao said.

In fact, she doesn't want to ride a real fox. How strange is it to think that a fox rides a big horse?

But when talking about riding a horse, Baitao thought of Zhao Zheng whom he saw on Purple Mountain.

He has handsome skills and superb equestrian skills, and his horse is a wild horse. He can control it so well even without horseshoes or saddle.

No wonder my brother said he would become something that others could not become.

Baitao decided to go see him and take the opportunity to speak.

Over the past few days, she has also learned the custom of bringing gifts when mortals visit her.

From the kitchen, Baitao jumped out of the house with a roast chicken wrapped only in oilcloth.

She was in a good mood along the way, and she even imitated the tunes of the beautiful maids in the mansion and hummed a few words. But when she walked to the door of Zhao Zheng's house, she heard the sound of skin and flesh banging and yelling coming from inside.

"Okay, you've become more capable. What kind of job have you become as a bead-keeper? You've learned how to get around it when you see us, right? Let me ask you a question! Don't act like a fool!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"This prince came to you just to give you face. You really put your face on it!"

Baitao climbed up the wall and saw Prince Zhao, Zhao Yan, whom Zishan had seen before, with a twisted face. He was holding Zhao Zheng hard under his feet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhao Zheng covered the back of his head with his head, and a layer of dust rolled over his body. Zhao Yan yelled, "Shout, don't shout! Shout, don't shout! The prince likes to hear noises. It's really unlucky for you to be mute."

"Bah! Bad luck!"

The effeminate young man beside Zhao Yan looked at Orchid Finger, spat, and then said, "Master, it's already like this. Why don't you kill him? Why keep him? He's just a useless slave."

"You can't beat him to death. Since he can't speak, he will be mute."

Another young man came up with a plan.

This young man has a good-natured appearance and a thick mouth. He looks quite honest, but what he says makes people feel chilly. "Your Highness, I have a bottle of dumb medicine. I guarantee that this bottle will last for the rest of my life."

"Well, Guo Kai, you can't tell. You take this with you."

Zhao Yan patted his shoulder, took the mute medicine and ordered Zhao Zheng, who was crouching with his head in his arms, "Don't shout, right? Then open your mouth."

Half of Zhao Zheng's body was numb from the pain, and he could not make a sound even if he bit him to death.

There was a ringing in his ears and his breathing was confused. The pain was like endless anger, burning his whole body with hatred.

Bai Tao saw that her human emperor flesh was about to be drugged, and the drug would be eaten into her stomach. Is that okay?

She jumped off the wall and stopped her, "Who asked you to touch him?"

Zhao Yanpai was stunned.

They turned around and saw a little kid holding an oilcloth bag and walking like the wind.

Her big watery eyes were burning with displeasure, and she looked quite like a little ghost. "Get out of the way, stay away from him, he is mine. What do you want, why are you here to watch over me?"

Zhao Yan: “…”

Where did it come from, so arrogant?

Guo Kai; Han Cang: "..."

Zhao Yan rubbed the thumb on his hand and smiled instead of getting angry, "Aren't newborn calves afraid of tigers?"

"I told you to get out of the way, not to tell you whether you are a tiger or a tiger." Baitao knelt down and looked at Zhao Zheng. Seeing that his face was bruised and purple, with no good skin left, he asked, "Are you in pain?"

Zhao Zheng's breath was filled with the smell of blood, "It doesn't hurt."

real or fake.

Before Baitao could ask any more questions, Zhao Yan came from behind and said harsh words, "Those who know the truth, get out. Those who don't know the truth... Huh, no matter how old you are, I'll still beat you to pieces."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked Baitao threateningly.

A kick is a real kick. As the crown prince, Zhao Yan has always had no taboos, but he is still afraid of the threat of a baby.

joke!

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zheng, who was as submissive as a sheep, unexpectedly suffered from epilepsy.

He rolled up from the ground and protected Baitao with his body. At the same time, he removed the strength from Zhao Yan's legs and feet, and then punched Zhao Yan in the face, "Get out!"

How agile.

Zhao Yan didn't expect it, and he couldn't react.

He was hit hard on the head, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground.

Two lines of blood just flowed out of the nose.

Zhao Yan's head was buzzing for a while, and he touched the nosebleed on his face. Han Cang and Guo Kai hurried over to help him, "Your Highness, Master, Your Highness, what's wrong with you, Your Highness..."

"roll roll roll!"

Zhao Yan roared regardless of the prince's face.

He staggered to his feet and stared at Zhao Zheng fiercely.

Who is Zhao Zheng?

He is just a soft persimmon, a soft persimmon who cannot fight back when hit or scolded. Does his humble status give him any room to fight back?

Does he dare?

If he dared to lay a finger on him, he, Zhao Yan, would dare to chew him into pieces, including his skin and flesh.

If you can't kill him, then you'll be a bitch.

He acts like a bitch when he's happy, and even more like a bitch when he's unhappy, just letting him round and flatten him. But today, he's so hard-boned, you still dare to hit him?

Wild enough.

Zhao Yan looked at the girl who was closely guarding him and spat blood out of his mouth, "You've got a future, Zhao Zheng, he's from Qin, he's bloody and ignorant. If you kneel on the ground and learn how to bark like a dog and crawl around,

I, Zhao Yan, will put this matter in the past. If you don't learn how to crawl like a dog, you have a mother who was originally a prostitute, right? It's up to you to decide whether she is a prostitute or a prostitute."

Zhao Zheng pursed his lips into a thin line.

Baitao wanted to show up, but he pushed her back several times.

Baitao also felt extremely aggrieved by having her head pressed back and forth like this. She was not young anymore, and she could handle just a few mortals with one paw.

"Ahem..."
To be continued...