Mo Qingye was still wearing that palace costume at this time, and he had been pinching stones and digging gold on the ground before, and he was covered in mud. It's a bit embarrassing.

But I can't resist her momentum. Standing in the small courtyard at this time, watching a big play that people deliberately sang to her, she looked at it with a little interest.

"Your way of beating people is not right, I saw it in the drawing book. People say that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the ten fingers are clamped with iron clips, and the people on both sides pull hard, and they can crush the bones inch by inch. Another way to do this is to use a silver needle. Poke and poke with a silver needle, poke ten or eight, it is much more uncomfortable than death. You women, you are soft-hearted. Mo Qingye sighed and shook his head, his face full of pity.

I think how many years Mama Rong has been hated by the little pot friends because of the needle. That's called a hate. I heard that people didn't even let her grandson pick him up from school at the door. It can be seen from this that Mo Qingye's words provoked many people's cold hairs to stand up instantly.

Even the big palace maid's beating expression had not been withdrawn, and the soles of her feet were suddenly chilled by what she said.

The girl who was born still walked to the group of grandmothers who were executed, looked at the blood on the ground and the maid who still had one breath left, and sighed. "I have a lot of ways to do this, so why bother with such a troublesome and unsightly punishment. I'll give you a book when I go back, and I'll put it in Miss Yuan's room. When the time comes, if you make a mistake, you will be punished according to that punishment, so that you can still save your life. Mo Qingye slapped his chest. Proud and atmospheric.

The faces of the people around him turned blue in an instant, you just made a mistake, your whole family made a mistake!

Nima, this is the rhythm that is going to kill people!!

Those grandmothers were originally used to support the field, to put it bluntly, they knew that she was going to be here, Yuan Yazhi happened to kill a girl with a cane, not only to give herself a newcomer, but also to beat Mo Qingye. By the way, the tiger that shook this harem. Naturally, the faces of the grandmothers in this courtyard are not smiling, the most terrifying kind.

As a result, before he could use his anger, he was punctured by others in a few words, and he was instantly deflated. That face is really not good-looking.

Mo Qingye put his little hands behind his back, held his head high, and walked indifferently beside the big palace maid with an ugly face. "Let's go. It's boring. I have time to write you a list of the top 10 tortures in the northern court. It's not in vain, girl, I've been reading a picture book for ten years. Mo Qingye pursed his lips, saw the face of the big palace maid, and hummed.

The big palace maid was speechless all the way, and her face was very ugly. When she entered Concubine Yao's courtyard, Mo Qingye's words had already been passed into Concubine Yao's ears by people with a heart.

Yuan Yazhi was wearing heavy makeup to cover her face, and she was wearing the special palace clothes for the four concubines. Gorgeous and full of luxury, although it has not yet officially been intended to accept the harem concubines to bow down, but this is already an ironclad thing. Yuan Yazhi was even a little glad that Mo Qingye walked behind her.

The emperor is not good at sealing the concubine, she faintly understands. The four concubines have long been complete, no matter what the position below the four concubines is, they are too wronged by such a beautiful woman in the city, and where is the position of the queen available to ordinary people. Don't be so rash.

What's more, she also aroused the interest of the emperor. Yuan Yazhi's breathing was a little heavy.

The palace people around them lowered their eyes and didn't dare to say a word, but in the past half a day, they understood that this Concubine Yao was not a gentle person.

It happened that the palace maid outside was coming in, and Mo Qingye was waiting in the courtyard.

Yuan Yazhi picked up the tea and sniffed it lightly but did not drink it, her pink nails were carefully smeared with a faint pink, beautiful but without losing the innocence of this age. "It's really embarrassing for her, she didn't break in directly, she was still waiting outside, let her in." Yuan Yazhi said softly. The voice that has not yet grown up is still a little childlike, but there is a special beauty when it is lowered.

The palace maid bowed her head respectfully, answered softly, and withdrew.

This sounds like Mo Qingye understands etiquette, but when she delves in, she is really satirizing her childishness. Low origin.

When Mo Qingye was introduced by the palace maid, Yuan Yazhi was already sitting at the table and ordered the palace people to set the meal.

Under Yingying's light, Yuan Yazhi's face was almost exactly the same as Fuyao. Seeing Mo Qingye's brows, he frowned slightly.

Mo Qingye stared at Yuan Yazhi in a daze, and the big palace maid frowned unhappily. "Why don't you kneel when you see your mother?" As he spoke, he raised his foot, intending to kick it.

Mo Qingye instantly frowned, and looked over sharply. There was a faint murderous aura in the depths of his eyes. But after a moment, he looked away, and those beautiful big eyes made people feel as if they had been hit hard in the heart.

Poof, boom. The eldest palace maid didn't stand firm on her feet, and immediately fell to the ground. It was as if he had crawled back from the brink of death, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. I felt a chill all over my body. Her face was pale, and when she saw Concubine Yao frowning and looking at her in confusion, she took a deep breath and said, "The slave is late." Wang Niangniang punished. The tone was calm, but the bottom of his heart was pounding.

Seeing Mo Qingye sitting beside Concubine Yao as if no one was around, her eyelids jumped heavily.

Yuan Yazhi's eyebrows sank, "Let's go out, it's good for Miss Mo to walk around the palace more when she first arrives." The tone was slightly cold.

When he saw Mo Qingye pick up a honey chicken leg with one hand, his fists clenched even more.

This, before the concubine, climbed on her head!! She still had to smile and ask her to eat more.

The palace maid retreated in a cold sweat, and she only felt a sense of foreboding in her heart. This girl seems to be quite wicked. There was some jealousy in my heart.

She was sent to the palace by the Yuan family after the new emperor usurped the throne, and she stayed in the palace for several years. and Yuan Yazhi were tied to a rope, and immediately decided to report the matter to Concubine Yao in the evening.

At this time, the atmosphere in Si Yao Palace was very solemn and a little embarrassing.

Yuan Yazhi sat on the main seat, and the palace maid waiting beside her gave her vegetables, and the food in front of her was very exquisite, and it was the imperial meal given by the emperor today. It is difficult for others to have this honor, and they were once given imperial meals in Fuyao. Only by then she had already been detained. At this time, Yuan Yazhi also realized that she couldn't swallow it.

Mo Qingye noticed her look, "You're welcome, just eat as you like, it's not enough for the imperial dining room to send it again." "It's called a simple one. directly regarded himself as the master of this Siyao Palace. It seemed that he couldn't see Yuan Yazhi's face darkening in an instant.

The nurse behind her seemed to want to speak, but was stopped by Yuan Yazhi's right hand wave. "Miss Mo has such a good appetite. Zhi'er can't be compared. ”

Mo Qingye swallowed the rice grains and dropped the silver chopsticks in his hand. "Sister, don't say anything, sister, don't make me make a mistake again." After speaking, he cleaned his hands with the water sent by the palace people, and the palace people at the end of the water stiffened. This is, for the mother (to be continued.) )

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