v2 Chapter 964： Duanhui is not worthy of being a princess, and heaven will punish her

"Think about it, the real ruler of our Fengqi country is the Goddess who descended from the sky with the fire phoenix. Princess Duanhui is an ignorant and ignorant little girl, and she doesn't have a divine beast to protect her. Why should she be conferred the title of princess?"

"You mean the prophecy thousands of years ago?"

"That's right, it's a prophecy. Duanhui is not worthy of being a princess. God is angry and punished. That's why such a terrible earthquake happened."

"Hush, keep your voice down, if the people in the guard battalion hear this, your life will be over."

"Yeah, I don't know who they are arresting, they are searching from house to house, so be careful, don't hit the gun."

"It's all gone, stop chatting, go home and watch over the money, don't let those soldiers with dirty hands and feet take it away."

"Yes, yes, go home, go home, the most important thing is to take care of your family's belongings."

"..."

Princess Duanhui was ignorant and ignorant, unworthy of being a concubine, and the punishment from heaven caused the rumors of an earthquake. After being disseminated by someone with a heart, it spread like wildfire in the streets and alleys of the capital city, spreading more and more widely.

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Town State Mansion, Luoxue Residence.

Lin Qingluo and Lin Yixuan appeared from the void, without disturbing anyone, and entered her own room.

Lin Yixuan's eyelids were red and his eyelids were swollen. It looked like he had cried.

Lin Qingluo took out a bottle of ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis from the storage ring, picked up a little with his fingertips, and gently applied it to his eyelids.

The effect of the ointment is very good, it is refreshing and cool, and the swelling subsides at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yixuan, stay with sister for a while, and go out after dyeing your hair."

Lin Qingluo thought about it, fearing that his white hair would be too conspicuous and cause unnecessary trouble, so without the slightest hesitation, she took out another bottle of hair dye cream.

"Um."

Lin Yixuan nodded sadly, still feeling depressed.

"My sister went to the kitchen to fetch hot water."

Lin Qingluo sighed faintly, quietly left the room and went to the kitchen.

Xu Shi was frightened by the earthquake not long ago, Luoxue Residence was quiet without any noise.

The maids and mothers-in-law hid in the warm and pleasant room with burning coals, comforting their frightened darlings.

Including Zizhu and Wei Shumin, they didn't find Miss back.

Lin Qingluo shuttled through the small courtyard like a misty blue smoke, and appeared at the kitchen door after a while.

There were two miscellaneous women, who hadn't recovered from the earthquake, and hid in the corner timidly. Seeing the young lady pushing the door and entering the room, their eyes lit up immediately, and they rushed forward to meet them.

Lin Qingluo directly stated his intention of coming.

The two women took the initiative to invite Ying, chopping firewood to boil water, and after a while, green smoke ignited in the kitchen.

Lin Qingluo waited outside the door, taking advantage of the cold wind to blow away the indescribable boredom.

When the hot water was ready, the two women worked together to lift the iron pot and pour the scalding hot water into the wooden barrel.

Lin Qingluo declined the kindness of the two of them, and returned to the wing with the wooden bucket.

The swollen eyelids subsided, and Lin Yixuan's mood improved slightly.

Seeing my sister coming back with hot water, I walked a few steps to meet her, took the wooden bucket, and put it next to the basin stand.

"Yixuan, wash your hair first, dry it before dyeing it."

Lin Qingluo smiled gratifiedly, took out clean spring water from the storage ring, mixed it with hot water, and poured it into the washbasin.

"Um."

Lin Yixuan nodded obediently, and untied the streamer of his hair, and the snow-white hair fell down and spread over his shoulders.

Lin Qingluo's heart felt sour, and her eyes were involuntarily glistening.

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