Qiao Yiqing didn't want to hand over this matter to Doudou, because it was an unreliable beast, but at present, Qiao Yiqing really had no one available, so he simply believed it again: "This time you must give me a low profile, if something goes wrong, I will pinch your little brother." ”

Doudou shook his body when he heard this, and nodded obediently: "Mmmmmm, don't worry, master, Doudou promises to complete the task this time." ”

Qiao Yiqing listened to its assurance, and then handed another letter to Doudou: "Do you remember beating Su Zhuo's bully on the street?" ”

Doudou nodded hurriedly: "Well, the fierce-looking one, Doudou remembers." ”

"Give him this letter quietly, and he will naturally know what to do next."

Doudou nodded as if he didn't understand, took the letter paper, and ran out of the room quickly.

Qiao Yiqing made all the arrangements, lay back on the bed again, closed her eyes and recuperated.

Tomorrow, there's a good show to watch-

In the early morning, the fiery red sun finally broke free from the shackles of the white clouds, and gradually revealed half a smiling face, sprinkling the soft morning light-

Qiao Yiqing, who was in the side hall of Ziyun Palace, finished dressing under the service of the palace maid, and sat in front of the dresser and combed it unhurriedly.

Yesterday, Qiao Yiqing's big trouble in Changchun Palace has spread all over the city, and the palace maids who like gossip the most naturally know that today is Qiao Yiqing's death.

Therefore, everyone wondered - didn't she have to make a decision on her own, why was she still so calmly dressed up?

Several palace maids who were waiting close were secretly frightened, and quietly looked at Qiao Yiqing's movements and demeanor.

Qiao Yiqing naturally knew what they were thinking, and couldn't help but open her mouth to solve her doubts: "Do you think I will die today?" ”

Hearing Qiao Yiqing's sudden question, the palace maids who were a little distracted hurriedly lowered their heads and didn't dare to make a sound.

"What do I ask you to say?" Qiao Yiqing didn't get an answer and continued to ask.

The palace maid was forced to be helpless, so she could only lower her body and replied in a low voice: "Miss Qiao is blessed with Qitian, how can she die." ”

Qiao Yiqing chuckled, her face was a little joking: "It seems that you are going to have a golden mouth today." ”

Several palace maids looked at each other in private, not understanding what Qiao Yiqing meant.

Chrysostom?

Is it a implication that she is right?

The palace maid who spoke lowered her head, puzzled.

"If you have any questions, just ask." Qiao Yiqing was in a good mood, she didn't care about their transgressions, everyone was curious, she could understand it very well.

When the palace maids heard this, they relaxed their expressions, cautiously raised their heads and glanced at Qiao Yiqing, and seeing that she was really not angry, one of the palace maids was bold and asked.

"Miss Qiao, didn't you say that you asked the elders to come to Ziyun Palace to collect corpses, why-"

This brave palace maid asked everyone's doubts.

Obviously, Qiao Yiqing promised that she would make a decision on her own, but looking at her current demeanor and demeanor, she didn't look like she was going to die, could it be that she deceived the elders and patriarchs?

Qiao Yiqing raised her eyebrows coldly, glanced at the palace maid from the mirror, and her red lips moved slightly: "I said that I would break it myself, but it depends on whether God wants me to break it, so everything depends on God's will." ”

Several palace maids were dizzy by Qiao Yiqing's remarks, and they were not so chaotic, but they were also confused by Qiao Yiqing.

Just when several palace maids were confused, a report came from outside-

"Miss Qiao—Miss Qiao—" A panting voice rolled from a distance, and a palace maid rushed in in a panic.

Qiao Yiqing heard the sound of hurried footsteps, without a trace of reaction, stood up indifferently, came to the dining table, sat down steadily, and picked up chopsticks in the shocked eyes of everyone, and ate slowly.

The palace maid who hurriedly ran in was stunned when she saw Qiao Yiqing at this time.

It's turbulent outside, and she can still eat breakfast without being surprised???

Cuihua and Doudou jumped onto the dinner table, and under Qiao Yiqing's guidance, the two beasts initially learned to use chopsticks, but they were not proficient in using them.

"Master, why do you have to use this thing, I'm really not used to it." Cuihua grabbed the chopsticks awkwardly, inserted them into the plate a few times, and did not pick up the dishes she wanted to eat, protesting unhappily.

Qiao Yiqing ate by herself, and responded coldly: "Since you are a woman, you also want to be a lady among female beasts, just your eating appearance, where will my old face go?" ”

Cuihua lost Qiao Yiqing's face when she heard that she was eating, and she didn't dare to complain anymore, and continued to work hard with chopsticks.

Doudou saw Qiao Yiqing's tough attitude, and while she wasn't paying attention, he put down his chopsticks and quietly stretched out his paws towards the chicken leg on the plate-

"Smack-" Qiao Yiqing picked up its chopsticks and slammed them on the back of his hand.

Doudou whimpered in pain, retracted his hand suddenly, and looked at Qiao Yiqing pitifully.

"Use chopsticks, use chopsticks, master, don't hit Doudou, it hurts-" Doudou pouted his pink lips, his big round eyes were full of tears, and he blew the back of his hand as he spoke.

The palace maids who were stunned on the side were simply stunned by the interaction of one man and two beasts.

What is calm, what is a freak, they all understand it one by one.

It's rare enough that spirit beasts can speak, and they can eat with chopsticks, Emma, who will save their worldly view.

At this time, the palace maid who had something to tell suddenly came back to her senses and shouted anxiously: "Miss Qiao, you should go out and take a look, the Canghan clan is in turmoil." ”

Qiao Yiqing glanced at her calmly, and a sneer rose at the corner of her mouth: "Could it be that the sky of the Canghan clan is about to fall?" ”

The palace maid was so anxious that she shook her head vigorously, "No, no, the people of the Canghan tribe are demonstrating in the streets, and every street is blocked, all holding strips of cloth with big characters written on them, shouting and shouting in their mouths, all of them are out of order." ”

Qiao Yiqing chewed slowly, raised her eyes and asked, "What are you called?" ”

The palace maid saw that Qiao Yiqing was still indifferent when she heard this kind of news, so she described it even harder: "They rioted because of you, Miss Qiao." This morning, they saw the patriarch and elders carrying the coffin towards the Ziyun Palace, and the people of the whole city immediately surrounded them and asked them to let Miss Qiao go, otherwise, they would make a fuss about the Canghan clan. The momentum was so loud that the patriarchs and elders panicked. ”

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, the corners of her eyes were raised, and she put down her chopsticks expressionlessly: "What?" They asked you to inform me that I wanted me to appease the people? ”

Seeing that Qiao Yiqing hit the nail on the head, the palace maid nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, if you don't stop the clansmen, the Canghan clan will really turn the sky upside down." ”

Qiao Yiqing sneered, she gave them a preventive shot yesterday and told them to conform to the will of the people, but she didn't expect them to be so stupid that they didn't understand her deep meaning.

A group of elders and a patriarch wanted to force her to death with the reason of conforming to the overall situation, so she used her human way to govern her body, and called the villagers of Xingshan Village and the power of the bully.

It depends on who is forcing whom to die today!

Author's broken thoughts: Two days ago, I was still laughing at another author who was scolded by readers for being less updated, and I met it today. In other words, I've been on the third shift for the past few days, when will the two shifts be, even if the math teacher dies early, won't even be able to count 123, right? If mental arithmetic doesn't work, please count with your fingers, if your fingers don't work, please go back to elementary school and repeat arithmetic, please don't come out and talk nonsense to block the author! In other words, have you ever seen the strange feeling that eating a bully meal is slow to serve in a restaurant? I have no obligation to write articles for pirated readers, do you like to read it or not, don't go to the comment area to get angry, I want to say that I still have a fire every night when I code words late at night!!