Chapter 2: She's a Demon Who Can't Submit

"Tsk, little poisonous woman, the way you look is fascinating. However, the prime minister has a main room. Moreover, the current Mrs. Xiangfu is the former lord of Pingyang. Do you think you can succeed? ”

Jun Bai didn't look down on her. I just think that the fairy-like woman is too bold in her ideas.

What's more, the prime minister is now over fifty years old, this phoenix is confused, but he is overwhelmed by the country and the city, and his complexion is just young.

Can she also take her mouth?

"Bai, when you chose me, didn't you think I could create countless impossibilities? In that case, let's wait and see, okay? ”

Jun Bai raised his teacup: "Then the prince will wait and see how you stir up the Prime Minister's Mansion and avenge yourself." ”

……

In the seventh year of Daqing, the third day of the third lunar month.

It is the fireworks in March, and the willows are touching the embankment.

On the bustling Imperial Capital Street, a luxurious carriage stopped in the middle of the most crowded street.

A hand stretched out from the curtain of the carriage, and the hands were as white as jade, which led to infinite reverie.

Inside the carriage, Jun Bai took out a veil and put it on her face.

Feng Yu turned his head slightly and asked him softly, "What are you doing with my face covered?" ”

"Your demonic and seductive appearance is your greatest weapon. Hide this blade first and reveal it at the most appropriate time, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Jun Bai tied the rope of the veil for her.

"However, Wu Bai, the slave family wants to be famous in the shortest possible time before they can settle down in this place with the most people. Didn't you disturb my plans by covering my face? ”

There are many ways for a person to become famous, and it is definitely the easiest for a woman to rely on her beauty.

"It's enough for you to rely on your figure, not to mention, this son will help you."

Feng Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Then there is labor." ”

After speaking, she lifted the curtain and walked down.

That graceful figure immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

There were even a few men around who were already stunned.

Someone said: "Ben Gongzi can be regarded as having read countless beauties, but there has never been one who can make me reverie with such a face covered." ”

"Look at her like that, when she walks, your waist is about to break. What a shame. ”

If it can make a man's heart move, it will definitely arouse the jealousy of a woman.

"Look, look, what's under her feet?"

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in exclamations.

Feng Yu didn't pay attention to it at all.

Her posture is still charming step by step, and the soles of her feet, the golden lotus blooms and withers.

Such a spectacle that both men and women were stunned.

She turned her head away from the crowd, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, all kinds of style.

Junbai is worthy of being Junbai, even if he makes a gimmick, he can still make such an auspicious gimmick. I'm afraid that within one day, the story of the mysterious woman giving birth to a lotus step by step will spread throughout the entire imperial capital. And the Liuyun Pavilion where she lives will be lively and lively.

On the top of the tower not far away, a purple figure hooked up a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Chu Yi, the ninety-five lord in the palace, doesn't he believe in auspiciousness the most? Do you want to send this woman to the palace? ”

Next to the man in purple, a young man dressed in white shook the folding fan in his hand, slightly calculating.

"Mu Feng, do you think she will be a chess piece that is easy to control, or a beautiful snake that can bite?" Chu Yi remembered the smile in the woman's eyes, and his intuition told him that it was by no means a good-looking character.

The man who said this, even though he never let people see his face, still gave people a glimpse of his peerless appearance.

"No matter what she is, I believe that the national teacher will find a way to submit." Between Mu Feng's words, there was a longing.

The national teacher just smiled lightly: "No! Such a woman should be a demon who can't be subdued. ”