Chapter 18: The Femme Fatale

In the pavilion, the Queen Mother and her entourage played chess and chatted, the atmosphere was pleasant, and they seemed to forget about the things around them.

It wasn't until it was close to sunset that the Queen Mother put down the cup in her hand and walked into the garden leisurely with the support of the grandmother beside her. His eyes touched Feixue, who was kneeling stiffly, and his already smiling face suddenly became disgusted.

"This palace compound is not as good as your Zhao family's back garden, but the third princess is clear?"

"The Queen Mother's teachings today, Feixue will remember it in her heart and never forget it!" With her eyes lowered, Feixue replied, although her face was calm and unwavering, she had already cursed the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Feng family, thinking about her Zhao Feixue, when she had suffered such a wretch, in the past, others did not dare to disobey her, but now, in ancient times, this damn imperial power, but forced her to bow her head and kneel to this old witch who was over fifty years old.

She, Zhao Feixue, will take revenge if she has revenge, how can she forget such an insult!

"Never forget?" The Queen Mother frowned, her eyes suddenly sharpened, thinking that she had been intriguing in the imperial power for decades, how could she not be transparent in the meaning of these words.

"The Queen Mother!"

was about to get angry, but suddenly heard someone calling softly, raised his eyes along the voice, and saw the woman who was coming slowly, the queen mother's expression changed, and she smiled again, "Ling'er remembered that the old woman of the mourning family is here today!" ”

To make this old witch put down her body like this, this woman ......

Feixue was curious, her eyes flashed slightly, and she saw a pair of little feet Ana move and stand still.

"Ling'er see the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother!"

The voice is delicate, the slightest charming, the eyes are slightly raised, the legs are long, the hall is curled, the waist is thin, the chest is straight, such a figure, it can be called a stunner.

"Ling'er doesn't have to be polite!" The Queen Mother smiled kindly and beckoned to the woman, "Ling'er, I've come to the mourning family!" ”

Ana's little feet were two steps, a pause, and her knees were slightly bent, "Brother Han!" ”

Brother Han? Feixue's stiff body couldn't help but twitch again and again, thinking that Lin Chiling's voice was sweet and beautiful enough, but it was not as good as one hundred thousandth of her soft call, such sweetness could drown everyone who listened!

Raising the corner of his eyes, Feixue glanced at the crimson with his eyes, his cherry lips were slightly hooked, but his expression was faint, and he didn't see how happy and amazing he was.

So, his eyes turned quickly, and as soon as he raised his gaze, Feixue was startled at the moment.

The eyebrows are like green mountains and far away, the phoenix eyes are like silk, the pupils are cut in the autumn water, the nose is thin and straight, the lips are slightly upturned, the lip color is not from Zhu, the skin is like jade, the black hair is lightly pulled, half of the green silk is draped on the shoulders at will, and the plain skirt is flying in the wind, which is more fairy.

"I haven't seen her for a while, but Ling'er is becoming more and more slim!"

Listening to the cold praise, the beautiful lips of the spirit woman hooked, and the dimples on the cheeks of the smile without showing her teeth loomed, which made the originally charming appearance add a bit of pure and lovely color. If it is like a shocking flood, it is graceful like a dragon, how can it be described as stunning.

"Brother Han is really good at laughing at Ling'er!" The woman snorted, and with a turn of her eyes, she met the flying snow who was looking at her.

When the four eyes met, Feixue saw that his eyes were instantly rolling like thick clouds, and the sharp hatred was like a sharp sword, like a flood, like a fire, it was really ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, ice and fire.

Flying Snow now knows that this is a femme fatale!