Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 422 Musician (1)
Thinking about it in his heart, Ku Yi raised his eyebrows, his pupils turned cold and met Ru Yi's eyes, and smiled calmly: "It turns out that Mrs. Miao is Mrs. Ru Yi, her name is like thunder, and Ku Yi also wants to see her. Seeing you today is also fate. Kuyi has heard from outside that Mrs. Ruyi is a concubine who is not favored by the Ru family, if not for her mother's discerning eyes, Mrs. Ruyi might still be resenting herself in the boudoir, how can she have the power of the phoenix today?"

Unexpectedly, she would find fault with her in front of everyone, and mention repairing fish and shovels, and suddenly found that her intentions were not good, and she was really not an ordinary woman. She turned blue and said angrily: "Presumptuous, how dare you defile this palace? Think Liu Is Mausoleum your backer, even if I am not afraid of the queen, are you afraid of her a yellow-haired girl?"

Kuyi confronted her indifferently, with a star on her lips sarcastically: "Kuyi does not need any backing and is proud of the spring breeze, unlike some people who rely on a wonderful word to be favored, but they don't know how to be spoiled today is not tomorrow's disaster? Mrs. Miao, Kuyi wishes you good luck forever! If Mrs. Miao is devoted to peace, then happiness will be far away, and if she moves her thoughts that should not be moved, she will bring disaster on herself. It is better for Madam Miao and Kuyi to live in peace!"

"Diao girl, don't you dare to punish you as my palace?" Ruyi trembled with anger, this girl was a bit flamboyant, and she couldn't deal with her for a while, Xiuyu Jianhuang said earlier that she was resourceful and dealt with it carefully, She was dissatisfied, and she seemed a little embarrassed after only one move, all because she underestimated the enemy.

"The daughter of the people has done nothing wrong. If the wife wants to rule, she has to find a reason. That grass is named after the folks, not Kuyi, which was invented by the people to overtake the lady. What's more, it has existed since ancient times. How can it be blamed for acting recklessly? If Kuyi has a face today With a bruised and swollen nose, the Weng Lord asked about bitter barley, so you can’t tell the truth, and the lady will be favored again. After all, the Weng Lord is the king’s close relative and the jewel on the tip of the king’s heart. It’s better for the lady to restrain herself, otherwise the father-daughter love Deep, in terms of affection, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to Madam." Kuyi said nothing more, and saluted gracefully, picked up the red sandalwood tray, pushed away the breath-holding maids, and Luoluo passed her.

The bottom of my heart is also depressed, and I have to go back and make fragrant tea again, and I have to deal with Liu Ling's reprimand.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and turned back to the incense room.

Ruyi quickly turned her eyes back, and glanced at the silent court ladies, she was a little relieved by their terrified looks, but her face was gloomy, her hands were folded in her sleeves, and she clenched them tightly, wishing she could crush that lithe girl to death instantly. Looking back, the step-mother really said it right, Zhuo Kuyi is a person who is not afraid of death, to deal with her, in addition to being wise, you have to use cunning tricks.

In terms of wisdom, today I am in a hurry.

Ruyi raised her eyebrows and looked in the direction of Zhengde Hall, snorted coldly, and walked away.

A group of court ladies hurriedly surrounded him, not daring to pant for breath.

And in front of the window of Zhengde Hall, a handsome figure stood quietly, seeing them go away, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Liu Ling sat back slowly, clasped the desk with his fingers, and said lightly: "Arthur, where is the fan, I haven't seen you for half a day, haven't you had enough rest yet?"

"Slaves, go and have a look." Arthur, who was guarding outside the curtain, responded and walked out.

Liu Ling shouted: "Forget it, let her go, since the death of Miwen, she has lost her mind, let her rest well."

Arthur had no choice but to stand back to the original place, wondering secretly, the Lord has become more and more doting on the fan, and I don't know where she has gained blessings, a bit envious, a bit sour, and I don't know when I will be able to stand out.

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Bitter Job's tears brewed calming tea again, and came to Zhengde Hall nimbly.

Walking to the end of the corridor, I saw Yun Fen leaning against the railing and staring at the Suxin Pavilion in a daze.

(End of this chapter)