Feng Hua watched Qiushui lean over and rummage through the wardrobe for a long time, but still couldn't find the wide-sleeved flowing fairy dress. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info then turned around with Wan'er and walked to the dresser and sat down, facing the bronze mirror and making an incomprehensible smile.

"Qiushui, haven't you found it yet? Is there a subordinate who moves so slowly? Playing with his slender fingers, Feng Hua turned his back to Qiushui, who was busy leaning over, and asked.

"Back to the eldest lady, the slave maid is looking for clothes for the eldest lady for the first time, and she doesn't know the layout you put it in, so it will naturally be slower, please forgive the eldest lady." Qiushui's body was stunned, and he returned to Fenghua without looking back, and his tone was very natural.

It was just a flash of displeasure in the pupils of the two masters and servants who turned their backs to her.

If it weren't for Madame's plan, how could she, a first-class maid from the Prime Minister's Mansion, come to this East Garden to be ridiculed by this waste lady.

After a while, Qiu Shui walked in the direction where Feng Hua was holding the wide-sleeved flowing fairy skirt.

During the time of getting up, a group that was tightly wrapped in a brocade accidentally fell into the closet, and no one found it.

"Wan'er, wait for me to change my clothes." After saying that, Feng Hua got up and walked behind the screen with a picture of a hundred birds towards the phoenix, and only when he walked to the screen did he turn around and say, "There's nothing to do with you here, go down." ”

looked contemptuous, with the arrogant posture of the master's family, and in Qiushui's opinion, there was an inexplicable mockery.

"Yes, the slave and maid are gone." Qiushui, who lowered his head, gritted his teeth. Stuffing the selected dress into Wan'er's hand, she turned around and retreated out of the room.

It wasn't until he left the courtyard gate of the East Garden that Qiu Shui angrily spat in the direction of the courtyard where Feng Hua lived:

"It's true that you are the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, if it weren't for the big plan of the lady and the second lady, how could I Qiushui do what these lowly subordinates did for you. Hmph, Fenghua, when the old lady comes back, there will be a good show to watch......"

After complaining about the dissatisfaction in his heart, Qiu Shui patted his sleeves and turned to leave.

Although the East Garden is the most beautiful courtyard in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion, it is inhabited by the notorious Fenghua. As a result, the people in the house would rather take a long detour than pass in front of the beautiful East Garden.

So no one saw the vicious look devouring Qiushui's entire face.

Behind the screen of Fenghua's boudoir.

"Miss, why are you ......?" Wan'er asked.

She was very puzzled by what her young lady was doing, she could have driven Qiushui out directly, but why did she let her touch those private things.

Isn't Miss worried that Qiushui will do something on it?

"Wan'er, instead of letting them go through the trouble of designing, it is better to do what they want. However, we can change the ending. Feng Hua's thin lips opened lightly, hooking up a good-looking curve.

Reaching out to take the wide-sleeved flowing fairy skirt that Qiushui found from the closet, the smile on Feng Hua's face was even worse, but the depths of the smiling eyes were imprinted with infinite coldness.

With just a slight force, the buttons that had been firmly sewn into the dress fell off. If you wear such clothes on your body, you must be "infinitely spring".

What a Liu, is she going to use the same method to avenge her dear daughter?

However, I'm afraid it won't be as she wants.

"This ......" Seeing the movements in Feng Hua's hands, Wan'er knew what was going on even if she was stupid.

"Wan'er, go sew it up, I'll wear this skirt today." Handing Wan'er the unbuttoned dress, Feng Hua had a touch of illwill on her face.

Some people are doomed to bad luck.