Rong nuo thought to herself, how long has the history of China's eunuchs been? It was almost parallel to the history of China's development. In such a long period of time, with so many dynasties and eunuchs, where else could such a history be found?
Tang Zong moved closer to Rong nuo, his slender fingers that were more beautiful than a woman's hand pinched Rong nuo's chin and observed carefully, as if he was studying some kind of precision instrument. He casually said to Rong nuo,"Sure, then you'll accompany me to find Yingluo tomorrow."
Rong nuo rolled her eyes and pushed Tang Zong's hand away."Alright, stop fooling around. I still have things to do tomorrow. I want to rest and sleep. Qingqing, you can go."
"Sleep? sure, I'm sleepy too," Tang Zong immediately replied.
As he spoke, he immediately stood up. As he stood up, he did not seem to feel the pressure that Rong nuo was putting on him at all. It was so easy, as if he was carrying a small doll.
