Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 109 A Fang (1)
The heroine Qingyunjian Fu Ying is a well-known chivalrous woman in Jianghu. Even Lord Liu Ling respects her Qingyun sword a little.

The little yellow-skinned girl actually knows Fu Ying's heroine, what is her origin?
The weaving supervisor frowned, hesitating.

"The Zhijian order don't listen to her nonsense, it's just using the Lord Wengzhu to block the sword. The Lord Wengzhu has a lot of things to do every day, and he can't spare time to take care of them. You stinky maid, just loosen your pockets. See what you say. Who would believe you!" Tingting, a woman in green clothes, came up, put her face in her hand, and said with a smile: "What a clever temperament, I am even more reluctant to give up, weave a prison order, and take her first when the next official How about you enjoy those two?"

"You monkey cub, you can't see fresh peaches and fruits. It's up to you, come and send these two to Hanyan House." The weaving supervisor twisted the face of the woman in green clothes, pulled the bitter barley and threw it on the ground. In the arms of the woman in green.

The woman in green clothes smiled charmingly, hugged Kuyi and was about to go out, but she pushed it away angrily, stopped the little maidservants who came in from outside the curtain and grabbed Huanyan Shuisu, and said coldly: "Weaving Supervisor Order If you insist on doing this, Miss Ningzi will come over later, and she will have to ask the weaving supervisor for the crime of greed and dereliction of duty."

The complexion of the woman in green changed slightly, her long hair was fluttering in the wind, she covered half of her face, and a feather-like doubt slipped through her eyes: "Miss Ningzi? The newly favored maidservant by the side of Lord Sanweng?"

"Miss Ningzi is very good at making green lotus jujube mud cake. The Lord Sanwang likes it very much, but the green lotus is provided by our garden. If there is no such green lotus as a spice, I am afraid that Miss Ningzi will not be able to do anything." Miss Ningzi has a kind heart, just like the wind and rain in spring, you should take it easy." Kuyi's extremely thin lips held an understatement of affection, and her determined eyes smiled sweetly, with beautiful autumn waves.

Weaving Supervisor Ling and the woman in green stared at each other, and the spring mountain brows had a thin coolness, and there was an unbreakable color.

"Sure enough, she is a fragrant girl with flowery bones and snowy skin, and the whole room is full of brilliance! I can't complain about Ning Zi, I'm so sorry, I like it very much when I see you today!" A voice as sweet and waxy as green emerald broke. The curtain came, and immediately a maidservant opened the brocade curtain, a hibiscus-colored woman smiled, holding a hibiscus-colored lily between her fingers, she looked at Kuyi with a smile and said, "Miss Baqing, this Tongcao The hibiscus flower is really wonderful, I admire the girl very much, since I met here by fate, I won't let the girl feel wronged no matter what."

Standing in front of them, her pretty figure was like a beautiful flower, which made people's spirits flutter.

Kuyi said respectfully: "Thank you, my lord!"

The faces of Zhijian Ling and the woman in green changed abruptly, and they both pulled back their clothes and bowed down: "Seven Lords! The servant girl welcomes you late, Lord forgive me!"

"Forget it, those who don't know are not guilty. This is a big crime!" Lord Seven's phoenix eyes narrowed angrily, "My Lord has never stepped here before, and I never thought that the weaving room would be in such a miserable situation. It can be seen How rampant are you on weekdays? Is it possible that if the master doesn’t come, you will act recklessly and without rules? Who made your gorgeous clothes? Don’t look at people’s faces, but also at their hard work. At least try to show some human appearance. .You should be careful first, and I will talk to you some other day! It's really lawless!"

Weaving Supervisor Ling and the woman in green trembled, shrank aside, bowed their heads, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and the charm was cut by more than half. The women beside the loom looked at her numbly, then bowed their heads and acted like Work, as if everything has nothing to do with them, the appearance of letting time eat their souls falls into people's eyes, with infinite bitterness and sadness.

Lord Qiweng raised his sleeves to cover up the foul smell coming from his nostrils, his eyebrows were gentle, and his tone became more gentle and pleasant: "Although you have violated the laws and regulations of the palace, you will not live such a filthy life after all. Naturally, you will have peace, and the abolition of this dirty place where people are imprisoned will also give you hope."

(End of this chapter)