The host of the female supporting role's counterattack must not be blackened

Chapter 337 Fancy Farming and Raising Steamed Buns, the Farm Queen Don’t Be Black 45
Of course, Yun Niannian wouldn't be hit hard by a few memorials, it was the woman in her hand who blocked the thunder.

Throwing away the person in his hand, Yun Niannian walked up to the queen and looked down at her.

The Queen's eyes were slightly dull, and a silver light flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand to stop the guards pouring in from outside the door, motioned them to retreat, and closed the door.

Only Yun Niannian and the Queen were left in the room, and the Queen immediately got up and knelt down, and said respectfully, "Master."

Yun Niannian raised her eyebrows, did she make her kneel?

It's really a hierarchical system carved into the bones!

Yun Niannian refused to let her get up, sat on a wooden chair beside her, and asked lazily: "Tell me the identity of our teacher, and if you think about it, I don't want to ask it a second time."

The queen was silent for a while, organized her words and said: "He is the youngest son of the late emperor, my uncle."

Yun Niannian: ... the first sentence is so bloody, can you really listen to it later!

"Wait!" Yun Niannian interrupted the Queen.

"Next, I ask, you answer."

"The name, age, and skills of the national teacher?"

The queen paused for a moment, then said: "His name is Hao Yunfei, and he is twenty-seven this year. He has been taken away by people who have attained the Tao since he was born. , nothing is wrong."

Yun Niannian suddenly realized that in the plot, the national teacher stayed in the palace and served the royal family until his death. It turned out that he was busy with his own family affairs.

Yun Niannian blinked, now that she has found out the identity of the national teacher?
……

Absolutely!
Leaving the imperial study room, Yun Niannian thought about it, and decided to go see that little kid Hao Qingyun, and wondered if he had studied hard and made progress every day.

...But she doesn't know the way!
If I had known earlier, I should have let that woman stand outside the door and wait!

In desperation, Yun Niannian had no choice but to use the same method again, which made her despise herself a little, without innovation!
Arriving outside the little boy's dormitory, before Yun Niannian opened the door to enter, there was the sound of a glass breaking.

Hao Qingyun's little boy's angry voice came out: "Jun Jiuyao, that trash, asked him to do something, but he died first, can't he wait until the work is done before he dies!"

The male voice A said: "Seventh prince, the death of the national teacher may not be good for our Hongnan Kingdom."

Male voice B said: "Yes, Seventh Prince, it was much easier for you to ascend to the throne of God with the help of the national teacher. Now that the national teacher is gone, you can make other plans!"

Yun Niannian: ...

Boy, when did you have the idea of ​​becoming an emperor?

In this world, what an unprecedented move!
Hao Qingyun snorted coldly, "My queen mother, she was already confused before she was old. She listened to Mo Yanen's slander before, and now she is planning to deal with a commoner, planning to kill Jun Jiuyao's life. Since she Then I care about that position, so I just want to grab a seat!"

"It doesn't make any difference whether Jun Jiuyao is there or not, as long as his prophecy is still there."

Yun Niannian: ...

She also has a task that seems to be to help the little kid become the emperor, but judging from the current situation, she can handle it by herself.

So here comes the question, if he becomes emperor himself and she doesn't help, will her mission be considered a success or a failure?
With the cold-blooded and ruthless urination of the Time-Space League, it is estimated that all her points will be directly deducted.

She earned so much gold for the task, can someone take away her points?

Don't make trouble!

This kind of behavior of forcing her to intervene is too immoral!
　……

　　Today the air is full of dirty particles, foggy, and it feels bad.

　　I think wearing a mask is useless, you have to wear a mask.

　　But if those small particles are all tickets, even if I risk my life, I have to bare my face!

　　The tickets are all mine, mine!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)