V3.C4

"You tell me the rules?" Qingfeng was proud of Xu Ji and said in a low voice, "my Qingling came at the invitation of the Lord of your country. I represent Haoyue's kindness and submission to your country. As the saying goes," the visitor is a guest. You eunuch dare not call yourself a slave in front of me. Who has no rules? "? Or do you all serve guests with cold rice and pickles? When I have a chance to see your emperor, I'd like to ask, "what are the rules in your country?"

What an ignorant woman! The eunuch startled everyone with a cold sweat. Even those beautiful ladies who saw Xu Ji would like to call him father-in-law Xu. This foreign woman was either pretty and ignorant or she didn't know what to do.

She, she? She a bright moon to send the gift of peace, but also dare to claim invited guests! Xu Ji's hands trembled with anger. Although she wanted to tear her mouth, she also had one more heart. She was disfigured, but the emperor's attitude was not clear. Qingling was the woman appointed by the emperor. She dared to be so arrogant when she was disfigured. Is there something to rely on? If the emperor has pity on jade? Be careful to sail for thousands of years. When the time comes, he will let her live like death!

Xu Ji pretended to be suddenly enlightened, raised a fake smile, and said, "it's Qingling girl of Haoyue. I'm not so smart as to see it. What kind of food do you have? It must be the servants in the dining room who are blind. The old slaves must be punished severely. What would you like to eat? Dinner must be served well. "

Green maple "Oh", pretending to be clear, shook his head, tut Tut, said with a smile: "it's a group of low things! In the future, Mr. Xu should be strictly controlled. Otherwise, if others don't know, they will think that you are blind. It's too unfair. "

Poria cocos secretly pinched a cold sweat. This aunt's ability of swearing is not weak. She scolded the imperial dining room all over again, but Xu Ji can't refute it. For a moment, the faces of the people in the imperial dining room changed.

"Many, thank you, Gu, Niang, Jiao, Jiao." Xu Ji's face is still with a fake smile, but his voice is word by word, obviously gnashing his teeth.

Waving his hand, Qingfeng didn't pay any attention to his anger. After a while at the table full of ingredients, Qingfeng frowned and said haughtily, "what I like to eat, you don't know how to make it. Just make an embroidered ball scallop, a mushroom duck's paw, a mountain treasure dragon bud, and a white grilled fish lip."

She is very good at eating. She doesn't choose any expensive dishes, but it costs a lot of food, and she is very good at cooking. In the corner of his mouth, Xu Ji said in a low, respectful voice, "yes, I will give you dinner." How many dishes do you want to make trouble for him? She also looked down on him too much. The imperial dining room gathered famous chefs all over the world, and he didn't pay attention to this little dish.

This time, Qingfeng didn't say anything, and turned away with pride.

Looking at that arrogant and proud figure floating away, Xu Ji slowly stood up straight, and his eyes were full of cold, fierce and gloomy. Hum, I'll see how long you can be proud.

Poria cocos quietly followed Qingfeng and lived with her for three or four days. The girl was a lonely and aloof woman. She never disdained to fight with others for three meals. Today's arrogant and mean look was quite different from normal. She deliberately provoked trouble. She still couldn't guess what her intention was. She just offended those ghosts and gods, and the days in the future would be more miserable.

When they came back to the house, Poria cocos hesitated again and again, but she could not help but whispered: "why is it so hard, girl? What you do today will only make you suffer in the future. "

Eyes across a touch of disdain, green maple cold voice said: "you go out."

"Yes." Poria cocos sighed, did not speak, turned out of the hut, slowly closed the door.

Slender fingers into the wide sleeve, a handle more than an inch long, the cook used to carve the knife appeared in the hands of Qingfeng, the cold light in the eyes is more cold than the sharp blade. She doesn't even want her life. What's so terrible? She can do whatever it takes to achieve her goal.

Yan Hongtian, I want you to bury my family! Even if not your life, also want to put your blood!

"Dinner, girl."

Poria Ling looked at the delicate four dishes and one soup on the table. She didn't know whether to be happy for the young girl or sad for her. Since the last time she went to make trouble, the imperial dining room has sent exquisite dishes for two days in a row. Duke Xu is by no means good at it. He is so easy to talk, and he doesn't know what to do behind his back.

"I don't have much appetite. You can eat it." Inside the room came the cold voice of green maple. Poria cocos sighed and scooped a small bowl of soup. Just as he was about to send it in, he saw Wu Zhiqiu in the Jingshi room striding into the hospital with two eunuchs.

Poria cocos face slightly changed, put down the hands of the soup bowl, quickly welcome out of the hospital, "met Mr. Wu."

Seeing that Poria cocos came out to meet him alone, Wu Zhiqiu was not very happy. He asked in a cold voice, "Why are you the only one, the green spirit?"

"The girl is in the room. I'll invite her out." Poria cocos made a gift and turned to walk to the inner room.

Wu Zhiqiu was even more unhappy. She was a foreign woman with a lot of airs. She had to be invited in before she would come out.

After a while, a tall and thin woman came out with Poria cocos. Wu Zhiqiu hummed, "are you Qingling?"

Poria cocos whispered in Qingling's ear: "this is Mr. Wu of jingshifang." From the Empresses of the harem to the beauties and talented people, the most daring thing to offend is jingshifang. I hope the girl will stop playing tricks today and offend Duke Wu again. As long as the emperor doesn't order a beautiful lady to sit in the bedroom, they have a way to make the emperor never get the name of that person.Green maple cold eyes micro flash, rare docile bowed a gift, Poria cocos secretly relieved.

Looking at her, Wu Zhiqiu's face finally eased, and his eyes habitually turned around her. She was slender, elegant and beautiful? The undamaged half of the face is pretty good. No wonder the queen will send someone today to remind him that since the beauty the emperor wants has been sent, the emperor should not be kept waiting. Without Jiao Yan, the beauty is no longer a beauty.

Waving his hand, Wu Zhiqiu said impatiently: "you're ready. I'm going to sleep in Zhengyang palace tonight. Someone will come and take you to dress up in the morning Finish saying also did not see green maple one eye again, leave in a hurry.

Green maple a face forest cold ground stands in the courtyard, Poria cocos low voice reminds a way: "the girl should be joyful is."

Happy? Yes, she should be happy. She finally has a chance to approach Yan Hongtian. It's not in vain that she has prepared so long and offended so many people.

Raising a smile that can not be regarded as a smile, Qingfeng raised her voice and said, "you can comb my hair later. I like a higher bun, which can make my face more beautiful."

Poria cocos tiny Leng, smile a way: "the palace maids of respect affair room craft is much better than slave maidservant."

"I prefer you to comb my hair, or? You don't want to Facing the green maple tiny angry eyes, Poria cocos helpless, "maidservant dare not."

She is always not good at combing her hair. She finally combs a bun. Poria cocos hesitates and asks, "is that ok?"

Qingfeng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "well, that's good. Go and help me with my coat."

"Yes." Poria cocos turns to the back of the cabinet to get clothes. When Poria cocos doesn't pay attention, Qingfeng hides the small carving knife hidden between the sleeves into the towering bun. When Poria cocos gets the clothes, she sees Qingfeng arranging the bun with a smile at the corner of her mouth. She is in a good mood, and poria cocos doesn't notice that Qingfeng's smile is not because she is happy.

As soon as they were ready, an old lady and some young maids came into the courtyard. Fuling helped Qingfeng out of the courtyard and said, "mother GUI, the girl is ready."

The mother GUI didn't look at the maple for a moment. She said in a cold voice, "please."

Green maple out of the house, suddenly stopped, in front of the door to see them off the Poria cocos said: "Poria cocos, you go back to your original place, after tonight, I will not come back here." If she succeeds in assassinating Yan Hongtian tonight, she will kill herself and be reunited with her family. If she doesn't succeed, she will also die under the tyrant. Anyway, she won't come back here.

Naturally, the little maids didn't know what Qingfeng was thinking. They only said that the girl didn't know the heaven was high and the earth was rich. Just because of her bad appearance, they also wanted to change the pheasant into a phoenix after a night's service? People's eyes were scornful or sneered, but Fuling's heart was full of confusion. She always felt that this lonely and proud young girl seemed to have something to say. The excitement and fanaticism in her eyes were even more disturbing.

Good arrogant tone, guizhiyun slightly raised her eyes to the publicity of the woman, she stood in the direction, guizhiyun can only see half a remnant face, scar overlay, but also so confident, also rare. I've seen a lot of beauties, but she's a little curious about this woman.

"Let's go." Qingfeng ignores people's eyes and strides out of the courtyard.

Looking at the cold back disappeared at the end of the long palace road, Poria cocos slowly took back her sight. With a low sigh, he closed the gate gently. Everyone in this palace has their own life.

Among the empresses, only the empress, the four concubines, the eight concubines and the twelve Jieyu have their own palaces. Other beauties and talented people live in Shuyi hall. If they are lucky enough to have the chance to go to Shuqing pool, they can be groomed by the mothers and the maids. The nuns in shuqingchi had good craftsmanship, and the concubines often called them to comb their hair and make clothes in the palaces.

Guizhiyun is an old lady in the palace. She is numb to see many beauties, but she can't help but be surprised to see the woman coming out of the hot spring pool. Her ice skin is as good as white suede jade. Her figure is symmetrical and slender. Her long black hair is scattered behind her, which is called white skin. It has a unique beauty of demon burning. And her beauty is different from others, because she has a cold temperament, but at the same time she has a pair of fiery eyes. No wonder she dares to speak wildly. After tonight, she doesn't need to go back to the square yard. The man can't resist such beautiful things. It's just a pity for that face. Otherwise, she must be gorgeous and spoil the harem.

A woman takes up a long pile cloth towel to dry the water on Qingfeng. The other two immediately put on the dark red gauze for Qingfeng. The thin gauze can't cover anything. On the contrary, it adds some charm. Qingfeng frowns. Do they want her to see Yan Hongtian like this? A nausea and anger rose in my heart, but Qingfeng didn't say anything. She was at their disposal. As long as she could revenge, she could bear anything!

"The maid combed the girl's hair." The little maid of honor came forward with a comb. Qingfeng took the comb from her hand and combed her wet hair. She said carelessly, "no, I like this bun. Just make up for me."

The little maid in waiting looked at mother GUI behind her in embarrassment. The simple and towering bun was really suitable for her. GUI Zhiyun nodded her head secretly, and the little maid quietly retreated.Qingfeng stares at herself in the bronze mirror. Under their hands, she looks more and more like a gift for people to play with. Her delicate makeup and thick powder still can't cover the scar on her face. Her heart is bleeding, and she is also laughing wildly. Yan Hongtian wants a gorgeous beauty, never! Hanging on the side of the hand tightly clenched into a fist, any sharp fingernails into the palm, the more pain, the smile of her mouth more charming.