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Little Fishy agreed, then took the clothes and walked towards Night Nine's bedroom.

When Mingyue saw this, she felt the unhappiness in her heart. She had been frozen for an entire night and still hadn't given up. She bit her lips and suddenly spoke, "My prince, where is the residence of the wangfei located? This servant will lead the people to pack it up now. "

If the princess had a place of her own, the prince would be theirs, not just the princess.

Night Nine was stunned, he had never thought of living separately from Fishy, "There's no need, you can stay with me, Princess."

"How can this be? "The prince lives in the prince's house, while the princess should have her own house." Brightmoon retorted.

If the prince lived with his wife, how would the maidservants climb onto his bed?

"This King is fine as long as he says so." Don't think that he doesn't know what these maidservants are thinking? He didn't want to carry his concubine, nor did he want to put anyone else in the room. He just wanted to live a good life with Fishy.

Nine Night Demon raised her hand and looked at the white cloth wrapped around her hand in a daze. Fishy had said that he was hers, so he was hers.

"This doesn't conform with the rules." Brightmoon argued.

"This King's body is inconvenient. As a wangfei, you will naturally have to take care of me. How dare you, a mere maid, casually gossip?" It seemed as though he had been too used to her.

"Since you have served me for so many years, I will not punish you. Go to the laundry room and serve me." Don't think that he doesn't know that Brightmoon is the spy of his brothers.

Mingyue's face turned pale as she kneeled on the ground, "Your Highness, this servant knows that I was wrong. Please spare this servant."

What punishment had she received? Asking her to go to the laundry room, what was the difference between that and taking her life?

Night Nine gave a cold snort, instructing the group, "Push me back into my room."

The bright moon stared blankly at the departing Night Nine Demons. The monotonous sound coming from the wheelchair was so ear-piercing.

"Miss Mingyue, let's go." The steward of the ninth prince's residence said coldly.

"No, no." Brightmoon pushed aside the steward and rushed in front of Night Nine, grabbing him in one hand.

"Prince, you can't treat me like this. I beg you, Prince, to let me stay." The moon cries with tears, I see pity.

"Why aren't you dragging her down?"

Nine Night Demon thought back to what Little Fishy had said. He was hers, and she retracted her outstretched hand. She didn't want to hurt herself and make Little Fishy feel heartache.

The prince still cared for her, and so he did so in the hope that Brightmoon's eyes would light up and he once again held her in his arms.

"Six kilograms. Let's pull this dirty woman away."

Brightmoon was stunned. His Royal Highness … You think she's dirty?

Xiaoyu finished testing her clothes, folded them, and took them out. Upon seeing this situation, she couldn't help but be taken aback. What had happened?

"Esteemed wangfei, I beg you, please let this servant stay by your side." When Mingyue saw Xiaoyu, the resentment in her eyes momentarily disappeared. She stopped looking and turned around to hug Xiaoyu's legs.

"Your name is Brightmoon, right?" Shock flashed through Xiaoyu's eyes, and she immediately lowered her head and said gently.

"This servant is Brightmoon." Brightmoon said.

"On the first day I came here, I said that I wouldn't care about the matters of the Prince's Mansion. You begged the wrong person." Little Fishy pulled her leg out with a smile.

Brightmoon was stunned. She had thought that Xiaoyu would either refuse or agree. She hadn't expected that there would be a third answer.

"Esteemed wangfei, as long as you say one word, the prince will definitely agree." Tears welled up in Brightmoon's eyes.

Little Fishy helplessly threw up her hands, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but how do you expect me to admire everyone even if I change my mind?"

Little Jiu gave the order, and naturally he had his reasons. She didn't know anything, and what she was doing had to be mixed up in the muddy water.

Someone came up and dragged Brightmoon away. Night Nine looked at the clothes in Xiaoyu's hands and asked concernedly: "Xiaoyu, how is it? Is it suitable? "

"Yes." Fishy nodded.

"Then take it and have someone wash it." Night Nine took the clothes from Fishy's hands and handed them to a servant.

Mingyue resentfully turned to look at Xiaoyu. On what basis was she favored by the prince? She had worked hard to make her clothes, and she was wearing it. If it was dirty, she could wash it, but on what basis? She was just a prostitute from the brothel. Her status was even lower than her, so what right did she have?

Little Yu, oblivious to everything, pushed Night Nine back to the dorm.

"Little Nine, would you not like me like this?" There were no more outsiders, only Fishy.

"Yes." Night Nine looked at the little fish in confusion.

"Leng Wuqing, don't you think I hate people like that?" According to the past experience of traveling through women, only a good girl like the Virgin Mary, no matter who, would be liked.

"I like you like this, you never act." Nocturnal hymns took the little fish.

"The truth?" Little Fishy asked suspiciously. When did the wind change?

"Of course it's the truth." Night Nine looked at the little fish with a kind of infatuation.

"It doesn't matter if I'm lying, I'm still quite happy after hearing it." Xiaoyu smiled.

"Little Nine, that... Can you give me some more of those brushes? " The little fish drew circles on the breast of Ninefire.

"Little Yu, don't light the fire." Night Nine took hold of the little fish's hand, his eyes deep.

"Why aren't you holding yourself back? It's not the only time a couple can make ambiguous movements, otherwise, their skin will be hungry. " Little Fishy said in frustration.

"So it's like that." Hearing this, Night Nine began to caress the little fish with both of his hands. He wouldn't let her be hungry.

"Alright, alright." Night made her itch, and she avoided his hand.

"Do you agree to my request?" Xiaoyu was not used to using brushes, so she decided to use a calligraphy brush instead.

"As long as you like it, I will give you all the brushes in the manor." Actually, he didn't think much of it. After all, he didn't even have a concubine.

"Then why don't you get someone to bring it over?" The little fish plucked at the hair that had fallen from the night sky.

"I need some Xuan paper." Xiaoyu said quickly.

"I promise you anything you want." Nine Night Demon said in a very unprincipled manner.

Little Fishy said a long series of words, and Night Nine agreed.

When the servants brought the items over, Little Fishy set up a stall on the table.

"What are you doing?" Night Nine picked up the manuscript she had drawn and said with a frown.

"Improved wheelchair." Little Fishy didn't even raise her head.

He thought she was designing a design for the jewellery, but she was staring at the little fish, and her heart was filled with him, which was why she was always thinking about him, thinking about doing these things for him.

"Little Yu …" Nine Nights called out with all his heart.

Fishy raised her head, and gave Night Nine a gentle smile.

"Little Nine, are you very touched?"

Night Demon nodded.

Xiaoyu put down the calligraphy brush in her hands, and ruthlessly pulled on Night Nine's lapel, rubbing her hand against it, "Little Nine, do you know what a husband and wife is? It's not that we have to fly in our separate directions when a great calamity is about to befall us. Rather, if you get injured, I will be in even more pain than you. "

Fishy looked seriously at Ninefire. She definitely wanted him to understand this principle.

Little Fishy stretched out her hand to grasp the tip of Night Nine's finger. His hand was wrapped like a dumpling, so naturally, she couldn't see anything.

"If my hand is like this, you'll be heartbroken, and you'll love me."

In ancient times, men rarely knew about love, but since Nine Nights was a cripple, she didn't bother with a lot of women, but she had to teach him the true meaning of love before he became obsessed with the body. After all, if she left him there as Nine Nights, someone might climb into his bed while she wasn't around, and she would let him know that sex wasn't love.

"You …" Night Nine looked down at his hands that were wrapped around her like dumplings.

"I won't let you become like this." Just thinking about it made his heart ache. He must have loved Fishy.

"Sometimes, a little bit of damage to the body is fine, but don't make your heart hurt, understand?" Little Fishy earnestly looked at Night Nine. Since she had been transported to this world, since she had become his woman, well, it was time for them to meet after a thousand years.