After that, he took out his rose-red handkerchief from his arms, covered his bloody mouth, and laughed shyly.

Mu Qingqing was still immersed in the sadness of being ridiculed by a walking flour bag, but he felt that two domestic servants had raised his arms and dragged him outside.

Isn't this a good thing to look at?

Maybe this will soon be able to die and go back to his own world?

Thinking of this, Mu Qingqing's eyes instantly lit up.

By the time she came back to her senses, she had been dragged to the main hall of the mansion, where a group of bejeweled, oily-faced men and women were still seated.

"Daddy, is this the ugly girl?" The woman sitting in the third seat on the right hand side covered her mouth and nose with a pink embroidered plum blossom handkerchief, and looked at Mu Qingqing with disgust in her watery eyes.

The middle-aged man on the first seat stroked his beard and sighed: "Your Majesty said that you want the best woman in the mansion to go, according to my father's guess, it should be to choose a concubine for His Royal Highness." ”

The women and women present all turned white, and a plump beautiful woman hurriedly stood up: "Master, I heard that this royal king feeds war horses with babies, and the blood of women raises weapons, which is a god that even the king of Hades does not dare to accept, can you let our beads choose a concubine." ”

As she spoke, the woman sobbed in a low voice, and I felt pity.

Sure enough, the old man sitting on the main seat stood up with a distressed face and walked to the beautiful woman, comforting him gently: "Madame, don't be sad, listen to your husband first." ”

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at the middle-aged man with pity.

Being looked at by his own wife like this, the man instantly swelled: "I have decided to send this girl to the palace to participate in the selection of concubines." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Mu Qingqing, who looked confused outside the hall.

The woman turned her head to look at Mu Qingqing, the corners of her eyes couldn't help twitching, and she looked at the man beside her and said worriedly: "Master, if we send this ugly girl there, will we be blamed by Your Majesty and His Royal Highness?" ”

The man shook his head: "Madam, please take a seat, I have discussed this matter with several adults in the court, and Your Majesty said that it is the most women in the house, but he did not say what is the most." ”

After that, he pointed to Mu Qingqing, who was still being dragged by two domestic servants: "Isn't the ugliest of this woman?" ”

All the women breathed a sigh of relief, and then cast their eyes full of schadenfreude to Mu Qingqing, who looked confused.

His Royal Highness, who kills people without blinking, and is cruel and bloodthirsty, no woman wants to marry.

The lord at the top beckoned, and the two servants dragged Mu Qingqing to the door of the main hall.

The old man looked at Mu Qingqing, sighed and said, "Ugly girl, you have been in the mansion for three years, and I have never treated you badly, and now it is time for you to repay the official." ”

Mu Qingqing moved the toes exposed outside the shoes, raised his head and looked at the shameless man: "You are so thick-skinned, Miss Ben's toes are all outside to greet you, you said that you didn't treat me badly, are you a fool to be Your Majesty and His Royal Highness?" ”

"Bold! How dare you insult Your Majesty! The middle-aged man's old face turned red instantly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he waved the teacup worth a hundred taels on the table to the ground.

The beautiful woman at the bottom shivered in distress: "Oh~ My lord, this is a tea set worth three hundred taels, don't be angry with it." ”