Nine-year-old Little Demon Empress

The breeze is blowing, and the butterflies are flying.Bright and clean, reflecting the red moon.

The white weft flutters with the wind, and the gauze is on the other side.In front of the bronze mirror, the beauty combs her makeup.The cloud temples are beautiful, but Lang Xi is not seen.

Married into the General's Mansion for fifteen years, the first Cheng Enlu and the two love each other.It's just why in the blink of an eye, Lang forgot about his concubine.Suddenly, the red candles were shining on the brocade bed, and the moment the mandarin duck handkerchief was taken off, that handsome face captured her heart tightly.Originally thinking that Lang loves concubine, affection and love are unwavering, she was even willing to let go of her arrogant temper for him.Unexpectedly, the concubine would break her favor before she was old, and concubines came in one after another to freeze the tender bride's heart.She cried and fussed endlessly but couldn't change his heart. Only now did she realize that the man she married was so cold.The idea of ​​restraining her temper for him only shows her stupidity, she should not wrong herself again.It doesn't matter if he is arrogant and domineering, so what if he is cruel?The gentleness of the past can't change your heart, so it's better to be an annoying person, just for you to remember.

"Mother, mother..."

With a weeping cry, I recall the mood of the beautiful woman in front of the mirror, and I look back.The resentment on that face has disappeared, listening to her daughter's voice, she showed a loving smile.

boom--

The exquisitely carved wooden door was opened vigorously, and a goose-yellow figure rushed in like a gust of wind, and threw herself into the arms of the beauty.

"Yue'er, what's wrong with you?" Slender hands raised Leng Yue'er's head, when her black jewel-like pupils saw her teary little face.Shocked, "Who bullied you?" The delicate cheeks were stained red with anger, and the soft tone suddenly turned up.In this empty general's mansion, her children are her only comfort.Judah's only daughter is her treasure.Someone dared to bully her baby, it was courting death.

"It's the little girl from the North Courtyard." Leng Yue'er stared at her black eyes and gritted her teeth.Although she was afraid of the cold and crooked demon method, she couldn't swallow her breath today no matter what. She must take revenge.

"North courtyard?" Mu Zhaoyun frowned, "Isn't that the most remote place in the mansion?" What kind of powerful little girl could there be in that place?

"Mother, it's Leng Wanwan." Leng Yue'er stood up and shouted, "It's that shameless girl who gave birth to Leng Wanwan."

Snapped--

As soon as Mu Zhaoyun stepped back, the comb on the dressing table was inadvertently swept down by her arm, making a crisp sound, which startled Leng Yueer.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Mother's face was pale and panicked.Why did she react like this when she heard Leng Wanwan?

"No, nothing." Mu Zhaoyun shook his head, trying his best to hide the panic in his eyes.But Xiaolian's accusatory gaze flashed in my mind. Four years ago, Xiaolian was a delicate little maid.Twittering all day like a child.She used to like Xiaolian very much, but she absolutely shouldn't, she shouldn't have been pregnant with the general's child.A fierce light flashed in the bottom of her eyes, no one can take away her husband again.Not to mention being pregnant with his child, there are only three of them, Yue'er.

"Mother, that Leng Wanwan is a witch." After all, Leng Yue'er was young, so she couldn't see Mu Zhaoyun's complicated expression.She thought of the inexplicable fire, and felt a little hairy.

"Witch girl? What nonsense are you talking about, kid?" Mu Zhaoyun suppressed her emotions, tapped Leng Yue'er's forehead with her slender hand, and said dotingly. "She's just a three-year-old child, can she really bully you?" That child couldn't tolerate her at first, but how did she know that she was so stubborn.Xiaolian's porridge was poisoned, and the fetus in her stomach was fine.Not only was she born safely, but the general knew about it, and it was difficult to do anything again.But if she wanted to grow up safely, it would not be easy.The unfavored girl can only be bullied in this deep house compound.

"Mother, it's true." Leng Yue'er didn't expect her mother not to believe her, she couldn't help stamping her feet and pouted. "She is really a witch. She can make fire. She set the woods that Dad loved most a few days ago on fire. Today, my daughter kindly went to see her. She not only beat Qiutang, but also set us on fire with demon fire. Surround yourself, and all the servants can testify. Mother, you must make the decision for your daughter." Shaking Mu Zhaoyun's arm, she said coquettishly.Although she didn't see that the woods were also set on fire by the cold bend, but she was able to start a fire out of thin air today, and she must be right at the scene at that time.

"She can really make a fire out of thin air?" She couldn't believe her daughter's kindness.Knowing a daughter is like a mother, and her daughter's temper is just as bad as her own, so how could she kindly go to see that girl.However, she said that she beat Qiutang coldly and surrounded them with demon fire.No matter how you listen to it, it feels incredible.That girl is only a three-year-old child, how could she make any demon fire?However, her daughter made a strong promise, which made her doubtful.

"Come here." After thinking for a while, she shouted out of the house.

"Ma'am." A maid wearing a blue floral dress walked in from outside the house, and she blessed Mu Zhaoyun. "What are your orders?"

"Go and gather Qiutang and the servants and maids who are with Miss today."

"Yes." The maid blessed her body and retreated.

"Mother, I don't think Leng Wanwan is the same as before." Leng Yue'er sat next to Mu Zhaoyun, bit her lip and said. "Didn't it mean that the girl is as timid as a mouse and will only be bullied? But today, that cold-hearted girl is clearly not timid at all, and sometimes I even think she is like..." Suddenly, she stopped.

"Like what?" Mu Zhaoyun asked, why didn't Yue'er say anything?

"Like—" Leng Yue'er looked at Mu Zhaoyun, then closed her eyes and said loudly. "Like Daddy."

"Nonsense." Mu Zhaoyun reprimanded unhappily immediately, "How can that lowly girl look like a general? You have to know that only you, your elder brother, and younger brother are the children of the general, so you can be like him. That girl is just a low-born, why not?" Will be like your father."

"Daughter doesn't mean that she looks like her, I mean her eyes are cold, and I can't help but feel shivering when I look at them. Just like my father." In my memory, my father is always away for a long time, and sometimes he comes back coldly .Doesn't seem to like them at all, but she adores him.People outside all say that Dad is a great hero, he holds a heavy army and fights against enemies on the battlefield.Only by keeping the peace of the frontier land can the Tianyao Dynasty be prosperous and strong.

"Really?" Mu Zhaoyun was taken aback, did that bitch have eyes like a general's?It's so hateful, my three sons and daughters look a lot like me, and their temperament doesn't look like a general.

"Ma'am, Qiutang and the others are here." Outside the house, the voice of the maidservant in a blue floral dress came loudly.

"Come in." Mu Zhaoyun calmed down, and pulled Leng Yue'er to sit at the table.

"Greetings, madam, young lady."

Qiutang led the group of servants in and blessed her body.

"Yeah." Mu Zhaoyun nodded, "I heard that Qiutang was injured, but is it true? Put your head on."

"Yes, ma'am." Qiutang raised her head, redness and swelling were faintly visible on her fair face.Those shrewd eyes were filled with tears at this moment, they seemed to be weak, and people couldn't help but pity them.

"It's really hurt." Mu Zhaoyun looked at the wound on her face and said softly. "Fortunately, the strength is small, otherwise this face will be ruined. Remember to apply some medicine when you go down, you know?"

"Thank you ma'am." Qiutang blissed out, lowered her head, and concealed her pride in her eyes.Sure enough, she Qiutang is very powerful, and even his wife is so gentle to her.Let's see who dares to look down on her in the future.

"Have you seen the lady from the North Courtyard?" Mu Zhaoyun glanced at the servants, completely losing the tenderness just now.The delicate willow eyebrows were raised with a little sternness.

"I see." Everyone replied in unison, and now their hearts are still beating with fear.Unexpectedly, the always cowardly Miss Wanwan would become so powerful, and she would even be able to use magic spells.The fire was burning so brightly that they almost thought they were going to be burned alive.

"Cough." Leng Yue'er coughed loudly, her willow eyebrows were erected, and her big eyes stared at them. "I'm the only lady among you."

"Oh, yes, we just saw a little girl." The clever servants immediately changed the conversation.

"Yue'er." Mu Zhaoyun glanced at Leng Yueer before turning around and asking. "She really trapped you with fire?"

"Yes." Everyone nodded, and suddenly felt that Miss Wan Wan was more scary than the young lady.The eldest lady is just a bit arrogant, but that young lady Wanwan can actually bewitching at such a young age, she can kill people at any time.For the sake of their lives, they must stay away from her when they meet her in the future.

"It's okay, you go down first."

Mu Zhaoyun took a look at their expressions, and it was true that they were really scared, not like they were lying.So he waved his hand and let everyone leave.

"The slave retire."

"The slaves retire."

The servants saluted and left slowly.

"Mother, now you believe what I said is true." Leng Yue'er said bitterly, "That girl really knows how to demonize."

Mu Zhaoyun didn't say a word, this matter is too strange.That girl was always timid before, why did she become so powerful all of a sudden?Will he still be able to spell?Could it be—

The wind poured in from the outside, and the weft swayed, like the sound of ghosts.

Mu Zhaoyun made a sudden attack. Could it be Xiaolian's soul?She refuses to let herself go?

Snapped--

She slid off the chair and fell to the floor.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Leng Yue'er was startled, and quickly squatted in front of her.

Mu Zhaoyun raised his head to look at her, his clear pupils gleamed with vicious light.Word by word:

"That girl can't stay."