Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

Duanmu Minya flung back her soft and flowing wide sleeves, and sat down in the middle of the grand teacher's chair slowly and straightly, with a pair of slender hands crossed flat on her thighs, embroidered with daffodils that were exactly the same as those on the tube top but in a reduced version The patterned wide sleeves gently cover the jade hands, leaving only the slender fingers like white jade exposed.

Under the direction of the housekeeper, a clever maid quickly brought Duanmu Minya a cup of fragrant Biluochun!

Duanmu Minya held up the cup of Biluochun with a quiet color, gently picked up the lid with his right hand and fiddled with the tea leaves in the cup, as if they were dancing, and then took a sip, the quiet tea fragrance flowed between his lips and teeth, For a long time refused to disperse.

Duanmu Minya slightly squinted her eyes shining with unfathomable and profound light, savoring the cup of Biluochun with a satisfied expression, only her beautiful lips were slightly raised.

There is a smile on the slightly raised lips, a very faint smile, which seems to contain indifference, coldness, complacency, sarcasm, shrewdness, eccentricity, etc. Of course, people cannot ignore it Majesty and pressure!

Duanmu Minya deliberately slowed down all her movements. She sat down, sipped tea, put down the cup, and sat upright again, all intentionally, leisurely, and lazy, and she performed all movements impeccably elegantly.

But a frightening aura emanated from her graceful body, directly oppressing the wives and maids who were still kneeling on the ground!

Duanmu Minya had no intention of calling them up from the beginning to the end, from the moment he walked in to sitting down to drinking tea.

She just wants to let the invisible pressure persecute them, make them fear her from the heart, let them destroy the corner of the city, so that she can establish prestige in their hearts!

Duanmu Minya still understood such a simple psychological tactic. Duanmu Minya raised her eyebrows and looked at Xia Jin calmly. Xia Jin immediately understood, bowed slightly and coughed softly.

"Princess Qi, ladies and gentlemen..."

"Oh, Xia Jin, why didn't you remind me, the princess, butler Lin may not know that the princess doesn't remember anything as soon as she tastes the tea. As my personal maid, why don't you remind me, you really should hit me! Hurry up! Help all the ladies to get up, all the ladies, please get up quickly, and let someone give up their seats to watch tea!"

Duanmu Minya seemed to have suddenly realized that there was still a mass of black heads kneeling underneath. She blamed Xia Jin for asking Xia Jin to help the ladies. With the help of the servant girl, she quickly stood up.

"Steward Lin, are the wives from all the yards here? Can you introduce me to the princess?"

As soon as the ladies were ready, Duanmu Minya's indifferent and majestic eyes flashed across their faces one by one, and she coldly told Butler Lin!