My nemesis insists on me committing myself

Chapter 40 See if I don't scratch your face
At this time, there was a commotion outside the Fuyin Pavilion, and Fan Shuyao, who was recovering, was leading the maid at the gate of the courtyard and yelled into the house.

"Fanyin, you bastard, get out of this princess." Fan Shuyao put his hands on his waist, like a shrew who scolded the street.

"What are you still standing there for? I want to see how long that bastard can hide if I get hit by the princess."

The maidservants looked at me and I looked at you, and finally had no choice but to bite the bullet and knock on the door.

Fan Shuyao didn't know, but they knew very well that Song Pingyang had suffered from Fanyin twice in a row, and was still recovering from his injuries in the house.

If they forced their way in, I really don't know how Sanskrit would deal with them.

"Yao'er!"

When the maidservants heard Fan Yuqing's voice, they immediately retreated to salute as if they had received an amnesty.

Fan Yuqing went straight to Fan Shuyao's side and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you yelling here? I'm not afraid of losing your status as princess."

Although Fanyin is both her father's daughter, but she comes from a humble background, so it is impossible for her to be proclaimed princess by the emperor like her two sisters.

"Sister, look at my face." Fan Shuyao didn't dare to look in the mirror at all these days.

Today, she only summoned up the courage to look at herself in the glasses, and Fan Shuyao almost didn't bring it up at this glance.

After recovering, Fan Shuyao didn't care about anything else, so she rushed to Fanyin to settle the score.

"Mom is looking for muscle-creating ointment for you recently, your face can be restored." Fan Yuqing said in relief, she naturally didn't want to see her own sister really disfigured.

It's just that this muscle-promoting ointment is rare in the world, and I don't know if it can be found.

"Really?" Fan Shuyao asked happily.

"of course it's true."

Hearing this, Fan Shuyao's complexion looked a little better now, but seeing that the maids had already stepped aside and did not go to knock on the door, her complexion sank again, "Are you dead? The princess can't move you Isn't it? Don't hit me yet."

Whether there is muscle-enhancing cream is one thing, and whether to find Sanskrit to settle accounts is another matter.

The maidservants glanced at Fan Yuqing, seeing that she had no objection, they slammed the door with bitter faces.

They walked a few steps away, and slammed into the door of Fuyin Pavilion, but just as they rushed out, the door of the yard opened.

The maids couldn't hold back their feet at all, and fell straight in, and were kicked by the threshold again, and fell directly to the ground.

"Such a big gift." Fanyin swept across the people lying on the ground, and looked at the two sisters Fan Yuqing with a half-smile.

"Bitch, you dare to come out and see if I don't scratch your face." When Fan Shuyao saw Fanyin, she became angry and pulled out a knife from her sleeve.

"Miss, it's time to drink ginseng soup." At this time, Qiu Ju, the eldest maid of Fuyin Pavilion, was walking with a wooden tray.

When passing by Fan Shuyao, Fan Shuyao stopped him directly, and snorted coldly, "How can this bastard deserve to drink such a high-quality ginseng soup."

"It's really the best. My mother specially selected the spiritual ginseng from Lingtian to boil it for the eldest sister." Fan Yuqing said, she actually felt that it was a waste.

For people like Fanyin, why use such a good product, but Fan Yuqing also knew clearly that if he wanted to overwhelm the taste of that medicine, he could only use this kind of strong-smelling spiritual ginseng.

Fan Shuyao rolled her eyes, reached out and brought the ginseng soup directly from Qiu Ju's tray, "You are only suitable for drinking the sewage in the stinky ditch, you are not worthy of such high-quality ginseng soup." drink."

(End of this chapter)