she was super sweet in ancient times

Chapter 666 Out of Control, Jinghua's Rebirth

"Dream. If you look like that, Miss Jinghua won't like you."

The people below chatted endlessly.And the maid hiding behind Bu Piao Piao looked at Dugu Jinghua with a trace of resentment in her eyes.

Jinghua herself is a sensitive person.She felt the hostile gaze, and then looked where she intuitively looked.As soon as the maid met Dugu Jinghua's eyes, she immediately lowered her head.Think timid and fearful, extremely cowardly.

Dugu Jinghua narrowed his eyes, but didn't go into it.But she remembered that maid's face.

Bu Piaopiao thought that if Dugu Jinghua had proposed such a plan to recruit relatives before, everyone would laugh at them and refute them.But now it is applauded.

Seeing such a scene, she couldn't accept it at all. She originally wanted to ruin Dugu Jinghua's reputation and never get up again, but it turned out that she was the one who lost face today, and she was the one who failed.

Although her lips were trembling, her fists were clenched tightly, and she stared at Dugu Jinghua with resentful eyes, wanting to kill her with a sword.Little etiquette stopped her.She couldn't cause any more trouble, or she would really be finished.

"Miss, let's go back first." The two maids from behind stepped forward.There is no room for them in the crowd.It would be a shame to let the young lady stay here again.

Bu Piaopiao looked at everyone's admiration, that admiration originally belonged to him.But now it's gone.Although she was not reconciled, she could only return to the sedan chair with the help of a maidservant with hypocritical arrogance.Then disappear into the crowd.

Jinghua held the little bun with one hand, while watching Bu Piaopiao's fleeing appearance, he just curled the corners of his mouth, that perfect face, coupled with such a wicked smile, was extremely dazzling in the scorching sun.

Confident, beautiful, chic, rich.My identity is mysterious.

At that moment, everyone in the capital realized that Bu Jinghua had died, and the only thing left in their eyes was this incomparably noble Dugu Jinghua.

Dugu Jinghua finally washed away all the lead, and bloomed her own light in front of the world.

Everyone knows what happened at the gate of the capital.Grandma Tianshan, who has always been strategizing, almost vomited blood when she heard this.

And in the tea house not far from the prime minister's mansion, Immortal Qin Ya, who was dressed in green, was sitting alone by the chess board, holding a white piece in his hand, and said to himself, "These people think my apprentice is easy to bully, This time I suffered a big loss, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to heal."

Nangong Xun in the palace was drinking tea and listening to the piano, when he heard the news brought back by his subordinates, he just smiled elegantly.Eyes full of love.

And at the restaurant not far from the gate of the city, Qiu Zhufeng and the others all looked at each other when they heard the news.

Is Dugu Jinghua Ye Fanxing? The person who stole his name back then was actually a woman, or a woman he had something about.

This is incredible.

But if it was someone else, Qiu Zhufeng would definitely rush to catch him and compete with him.But if it is a woman you like, it will naturally be different.

It's a good thing that the woman who makes my heart beat is so strong.There is no jealousy either.In this way, he also understood why Dugu Jinghua has been able to travel all over the world with the little bun for so many years.There is such a handsome kung fu.Ghosts run away, gods see gods.

He was not in a hurry, but was interested in another question.He looked at the cold Nangong Moli on the opposite side and said, "Your Highness, that woman actually wants to recruit a husband. Do you think I will go or not?"

Nangong Moli gave him a cold look and said nothing.Qiu Zhufeng said: "It seems that I have to go, and you don't go. This will make me cheaper. I will definitely be able to hug the beautiful woman back that day."

As soon as he said this, the teacup that Nangong Moli was holding in his hand melted into slag with a bang.

(End of this chapter)