Fengwu Tianjiao: Juefei Concubine

When Wu Qingya came to the front yard, it happened that the important figures of the dancer were all gathered in the hall.

The shabby Wu Qingya was in stark contrast to the magnificence of the crowd and the luxury around them.Even the clothes of a little girl with the lowest rank are many times better than hers.

Everyone's eyes wandered over her in unison, without being affected by the beauty of the surroundings, without a trace of inferiority, and without any fear, they walked forward and said to the man directly above: "My mother passed away. I ask the dancer Patriarch Nian to arrange a resting place for her based on past love."

Everyone was shocked, they had already heard that Wu Qingya seemed to be a different person, not only broke the index finger of the eldest young master, but also seriously injured the young lady and was still lying on the bed at this time, with a pig's face and unable to see anyone.

If the Patriarch hadn't suppressed the matter after knowing the ins and outs, I'm afraid she would not be able to stand here at this moment!

I didn't quite believe it at first, but when I saw it today, how could this be the cowardly Wu Qingya who only knew how to hide and cry?

"Ya'er?" Wu Xingming, the dancer's head, called out tentatively. He didn't expect this child to grow up so big, but is this really the child he tested without fighting spirit?

"Patriarch is serious, Qingya can't bear your affectionate address. Please let my mother go to the ground first!" What's the matter, are you so surprised to see yourself?Yes, although the changes are indeed a bit big, it is not possible to ignore the death of someone in the family!Such an indifferent family made her disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as she reminded her, Wu Xingming hurriedly ordered someone to deal with the funeral of Nalan Yuechi, but she didn't see anyone here showing any regret and sadness, as if the person who died was a person who had nothing to do with them. Strangers in general.

Wu Qingya snorted coldly in her heart, turned around and planned to leave.

Wu Xingming withdrew her scrutinizing eyes, and seemed to have a solution to the burning issue in front of her.

"Ya'er, uh, that, Qingya, don't leave yet, uncle has something to discuss with you."

Wu Qingya stopped, uncle?heh~

"What's the matter with the Patriarch?" The indifferent voice made everyone take a breath.

Wu Xingming's embarrassing expression flashed past, as if she didn't care about what she called her, she got up and came to her with a kind face, "I entered the palace yesterday, and the emperor ordered me to arrange a dinner party. It's the date of the palace banquet."

Pausing for a while, he continued: "The emperor hand-picked several mansions to participate in this dinner, and Wu Mansion is naturally among them, but~"

Wu Xing was hesitant to speak, but secretly looked at Wu Qingya's expression.

"What does this have to do with me?" The indifferent voice evoked a gasp.

'hiss'. . .

She dared to say what had to do with her?If she hadn't smashed the eldest lady into a serious injury and was still lying on the bed at this moment, she thought such a good thing would be her turn?

There are three sons in the dancer, but there are only two young ladies. Of course, the premise is that Wu Qingya is counted.

Angrily, Wude pointed at Wu Qingya with his uninjured finger and said, "If you hadn't beaten the eldest sister like that, do you think such a good thing would be your turn?"

Wu Qingya watched him pointing at her finger, her eyes narrowed slightly, Wu De trembled in fright, her eyes looked around unnaturally retracted her finger, and hid it in her sleeve.