Traveling through the battle with the evil emperor: the queen is too hard to pet

Chapter 152 Conflict 4
Jin Zhu said angrily, "How can a little maid be so arrogant."

Qin Tai sighed: "There is no way, the master is favored, who in this harem won't give her a little bit?"

Xia Xiaowei listened with inexplicable sadness and inexplicable anger in her heart.

The favor of the master means that the concubine is favored.

Who's favored?Isn't it just to be favored by Bei Qinghan?

In the final analysis, the culprit was Bei Qinghan.

But she really doesn't want to be troublesome. How Bei Qinghan likes to manage his harem is his business and has nothing to do with her, so she doesn't bother to care about it.

Then he said: "Okay, let's go. Eunuch Qin, you should go back quickly."

Qin Tai shook his head and sighed, and was about to leave when he heard Miao Xiang's triumphant voice coming from the front again.

"What, want to escape?"

When the three heard the words, they all raised their heads and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Miao Xiang came out from behind a clump of peonies in front of her, with her hands folded around her chest, her chin raised high, and she looked at them confidently.

Xia Xiaowei was not in the mood to see what helpers she had found, so Gu Zi turned around, grabbed Jin Zhu and left.

But he heard another voice behind him.

"stop."

The voice was not very high, and it sounded very young, obviously coming from a young woman.

The sound quality is also very good, and I think the singing voice is first-class.But at this moment, the voice was cold and harsh, and it was extremely uncomfortable to hear.

Then came Miaoxiang's voice again.

"Our mother ordered you to stop. Don't you even dare not listen to what your mother says?"

It turned out that she was the favored master, no wonder she dared to speak in such a tone.

Xia Xiaowei stood still and turned around lazily.

She wanted to see how beautiful Bei Qinghan's beloved concubine was.

In front of the flowers behind him, on the grass, several people were already standing.

Standing at the forefront was a woman in her late twenties.

Wind bun fog temples, light sweep moth eyebrows, smooth skin.She wore a pink tulle shirt on her upper body, a light purple apron inside, and a floor-length pink smoked gauze skirt on her lower body.

Standing slim, slender and graceful.

(End of this chapter)