Inside the county king's palace.

A woman with a beautiful face, delicate makeup could not hide her anger, and her chest rose and fell.

"County ...... The county lord, please drink tea. A slave trembled and handed the tea.

Listening to the slave's voice with a crying tone, Qingyue was even more irritable in her heart, picked up the cup of tea, and the corners of her mouth raised, "The tea is so hot, do you want to burn the county lord to death?" ”

"Slaves don't ...... Ahh Before the words fell, I heard the screams of the little slave and maid.

Seeing this, Qingyue squinted, did not withdraw the movement of her hand, and let the hot tea pour on the slave's face.

Suddenly, the shouting was noisy, and her voice was full of threats, "You dare to scream?" ”

Hearing this, the slave trembled violently, and then bit her lip tightly, even if a large red mark appeared on her face, she didn't dare to make a sound again, but it was inevitable that one or two words of pain overflowed the corners of her mouth.

She knew how delicate the woman in front of her was, as long as she was in a displeased mood, a fluttering word could kill her subordinates.

"Tsk, what a piece of shit." Qingyue's eyes were full of boredom when she looked at the slave maid, "It's just that it's so simple to find someone, and I can't find it for a long time." ”

"What's the use of keeping you in my county palace?!" Qingyue's face was slightly red, she roared, raised her foot and kicked straight at the slave's back.

Before the slave could react, she was already slumped on the ground, and her back was already unconscious. But she struggled to her feet, begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Qingyue's eyes were fierce, and just when she wanted to continue to raise her feet, she heard a cry from outside the door asking to see her.

"Come in!" Qingyue no longer paid attention to the slaves on the ground, and spun to his seat.

The heart of the servant outside the door was beating, and he took a few deep breaths before slowly pushing the door open.

He was outside the door just now, and he didn't hear the screams inside. Afraid that he would be treated like this, the subordinate hurriedly sped up his movements.

Seeing that there was a little fear in the eyes of the subordinate, Qingyue's face was a little distorted, and she held her head high, "What the county lord wants to hear is the news of that son." ”

A sentence that was neither salty nor light, but it made the subordinate tremble, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with trembling hands, and he was happy in his heart.

"Back to the county lord, the little one has already found out the news of that son." The subordinate tried to stabilize his voice as much as possible, and lowered his head to report.

Hearing this, Qingyue's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly got off her seat, looking forward to it, "Don't say it soon." ”

"That son is the eleventh prince, named Fu Moyu."

"Fu Moyu?" Qingyue squinted her eyes and thought for a moment before she spoke uncertainly, "Is it the prince who is with His Royal Highness Qinglan for disaster relief?" ”

"Exactly."

Hearing this, Qingyue's eyes were full of joy. When she was on the stage of the Dance of the Gods, she saw him dressed in a gorgeous costume, and she had long expected that he was not an ordinary person, but she didn't expect that he would be a prince.

She waved off a group of minions, and then paced excitedly around the room.

It took a long time for her to calm down. It seemed that thinking of Fu Moyu that day, Qingyue's face actually had two patches of crimson on it.

"The woman he took away that day must have been his princess Nie Linyu." Looking out of the door, Qingyue clenched her hands and muttered.

She saw that Nie Linyu was not as good as her, if she walked around with Fu Moyu more, then the day when Nie Linyu fell out of favor would be just around the corner.

Thinking of this, Qingyue's face became a little proud, "Fu Moyu, sooner or later I will also be your woman." "Let's pick up the book

She felt that she had to seize every moment, and after calling someone to bathe and change her clothes, she sat down in front of the bronze mirror and prepared to put on makeup.

An older slave maid saw that Qingyue was so happy today, so she jokingly asked, "Isn't the county lord going to see the eleventh prince?"

She is the slave who has served Qingyue the longest in the house, and her status is naturally no better than that of other subordinates.

Hearing this, Qingyue raised her head, snorted coldly a few times, and then looked disgusted, "How did you get such an ugly hairstyle." ”

"Yes, yes, the old slave will give the county lord a new hairstyle." The old slave was a little panicked, and she usually didn't see that the county lord was dissatisfied with her craftsmanship.

After finishing the makeup, the county lord took a group of subordinates to find Fu Moyu.

At this time, Fu Moyu was flirting with Nie Linyu, so he listened to someone to report it.

Hearing this, Fu Moyu frowned slightly, "County Lord? As soon as the words fell, he thought about it, as if he really didn't remember this person.

But fortunately, there was a reminder from Nie Linyu, "It's the woman who was arrogant on the stage of the Dance of the Gods that day, it seems that people seem to have taken a fancy to you." ”

Listening to Nie Lin's sour words, Fu Moyu laughed a little. Stretched out his hand and rubbed Nie Linyu's hair, then leaned his face up, and said in a low voice: "My princess is jealous?"

Seeing this, Nie Linyu's ears were a little red, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to push away the enlarged face in front of him, and denied it awkwardly.

As if to prove that he was not jealous, Nie Linyu hurriedly nodded to the subordinates below and motioned to bring them in.

"Lord Wang." A touch of Ana's multi-colored figure stepped in, and her voice was full of delicateness, and people only felt a tingling of bones when they heard it.

But Fu Moyu didn't react, just nodded lightly, looked down and saw the disgust between the eyebrows and eyes of the person in his arms, and smiled in a low voice.

Thinking that Fu Moyu was laughing for herself, Qingyue raised her head and saw Fu Moyu hugging Nie Linyu, and a trace of hatred flashed on her face.

The air was a little quiet, Nie Lin coughed, and took the lead in breaking the silence, "The county lord can come here as a guest, and this princess is very welcome." ”

Seeing this, Qingyue secretly scolded for hypocrisy, and then greeted with a smiling face.

......

Since then, Qingyue has always had some excuse to visit Fu Moyu, almost once a day.

After a long time, Fu Moyu was also a little annoyed, and when he heard the report of his subordinates, his brows furrowed, and when he just wanted to open his mouth to refuse, he saw Nie Linyu shaking his head at him.

Nie Linyu leaned close to his ear and smiled a little, "Qingyue may not be a nuisance to come to see you so often. ”

"What's your idea?" Fu Moyu saw Nie Linyu with a wicked smile on her face, and knew in her heart that she had already made a plan, and her tone was a little doting.

"We plan to help Qingjue, Qingyue is a good chess piece." drank a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and then Nie Lin continued, "The chess pieces sent to the door, how can there be any reason to let go?" ”

Fu Moyu on the side lowered his head and thought for a moment before nodding in agreement with Qingyue's idea.

After the two finished discussing, they heard that Qingyue sent someone to send some incense, saying that it could calm the nerves.

Nie Linyu nodded, ordered someone to accept it, and briefly thanked him.

The other side.

Qingyue heard that Fu Moyu had accepted the incense, and she was overjoyed, and she got up and went to pick out tomorrow's gifts.

She thought happily in her heart that Fu Moyu would be able to understand her mind in the future, and she would be able to be his woman justifiably.