Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

------Gu Xiyan, you have thorns, I want to pull out your thorns-----

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A few short sentences, sharp and vicious, ridiculed with ridicule!

Gu Xiyan ignored Ding Qianrong's stunned expression, looked at the two maids in front of him with cold eyes, and walked in front of them: "As a maid, it is right to stand up for the master, but I still remember that Lian Er used to be like It's my maid, isn't it? Why didn't you have the courage to protect the master when I was scolded by the general? It seems that the change of master is different."

Hearing this, Lian'er looked embarrassed, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Seeing her like this, Gu Xiyan just sneered, "You can't forget your roots, and you can't be ungrateful, that kind of people are called "hateful"."

Turning around to look at Xiaozhen: "Madam is the master, maidservant is servant, if you can't tell the difference between superiority and inferiority, I will ask Lu Xiu to explain it to you, remember, your rudeness today can be ignored by my wife, but I won't tolerate it." Next time, since the general has not divorced me, then I will be my wife, and I will greet you when I see you, and learn if you don’t know how to greet me, understand?"

When it came to the end, Gu Xiyan's plain face showed obvious anger, and her calm words and domineering words shocked people. The thing she hated most in her life was Erwuzi.

Xiao Zhen and Lian Er kept silent, shaking their bodies and said: "Understood, I understand, ma'am forgive me, madam forgive me!" The two girls' faces were pale with fright, and their heads were lowered.

"Sister, don't be angry! I~~" Qian Rong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Gu Xiyan.

"It's okay, sister, let's go back! Sister, I have to go! Green sleeves, let's go." She elegantly straightened her clothes and stepped out of the boudoir calmly.

Luxiu smiled sweetly, and answered confidently: "Yes, Miss!" She still stuck out her tongue at the two maids.

Ding Qianrong turned her head to stare at the slender figure who was leaving, her eyes were like blades, her red lips were tightly pursed, it seemed that she was starting to grow thorns now.

Very good, the silk handkerchief in Ding Qianrong's hand was tightly clenched, and she thought to herself: Gu Xiyan, even if you have thorns, I will also pull out your thorns. A daughter born to a concubine wants to be a wife, don't even think about it. think.