If she had disposed of this girl now, as she wished, that woman would have woken up laughing in the coffin.

Concubine Zhen is a little out of shape, she has been deceived for so many years, although she is dead, but isn't she the final winner?

That woman really has a bad heart.

When Concubine Zhen thought of this, she felt inexplicably irritable and restless, and her long nails were unconsciously planted into the flesh.

The anger in his eyes seemed to burn through the night.

Yan Ying got up and straightened her clothes and said, "The most difficult thing in the world is to keep the Zhu Yan Mirror Tree.

There are many people in the world who are naturally beautiful, but there are also countless people who are not famous.

I don't think a woman can be pampered by her looks alone, there are more valuable things than her looks that make her more impressive. ”

Yan Ying had no choice but to desperately pour chicken soup for the soul.

Who wants to be ugly forever.

Aren't all men high on the mountain that looks at it?

"Then do you think a woman has anything else to be invincible besides her appearance? What is more breathtaking? Concubine Zhen asked rhetorically.

She felt that Yan Ying at this moment was like a clown jumping off the beam.

Pinching her to death is as simple as pinching an ant.

"A positive heart, and the spirit of not giving up the pursuit of good things." Yan Ying hadn't finished her words yet.

Concubine Zhen on the side took the sword of the guard next to her and pressed it against Yan Ying's face and said, "Since I was disfigured, no one dared to mention the words "pampered" and beautiful in front of me.

I don't mind giving you a few more scars on your not-so-pretty face. ”

Although the face was too plain, the eyes were radiant, as if they were full of starlight.

This reminded her that she also looked at her with such a pair of eyes and a smile.

"Madame, Madame, Madame, your mercy." Ziyue shook her head, which was still dizzy, and crawled to the feet of Concubine Zhen and hugged her.

Weeping bitterly pleaded, "Madame, if you want to scratch my face,

You see that I am better looking than my young lady, and you have a sense of accomplishment when you draw my face, but if you draw my young lady's face, you will not find the pleasure of ruining beautiful things.

Look at how stumbling my young lady is, you scratch it in vain, anyway, it's already so ugly, you have to work harder, draw mine. ”

Hearing this, Concubine Zhen gently slashed Ziyue's face with the tip of her sword that turned over,

Suddenly, a trace of blood gushed out of Ziyue's face, and the whole face looked hideous and terrifying, but Ziyue was firmly blocking Yan Ying's side, and her eyebrows didn't flicker.

"It's interesting, even a girl said openly that she was better looking than her own young lady, Ya, you are sad in your heart." Concubine Zhen's voice was full of pride.

Then there was some sadness.

That woman was so hateful.

Seeing this, Yan Ying hurriedly stepped forward and covered the tip of Concubine Zhen's dangling sword with her own hands, and blood gushed out of her fingers instantly, but Yan Ying didn't let go: "I don't think Madam wants to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

This girl has no father or mother since she was a child, Mrs. looks at her pitifully, let her go down the mountain, as for whether I want to kill or chop it, it is all up to Mrs. to decide. ”

"You know I'm going to kill or chop, huh?" Concubine Zhen lowered her head and looked at Yan Ying, who had a resolute face, and asked.

The sword in his hand intensified, and the blood on Yan Ying's hand dripped down even more.

Yan Ying still didn't let go of the tip of the sword.

"Madame and the people around Madame are extraordinary at a glance, if you really want to kill Yan Ying, it will be a matter of every second.

has no power and no power in the Ding'an Hou Mansion, the biological mother died early, and the current housewife is also intolerable.

My father prefers the eldest sister, and I think that Mrs. is not aimed at me, nor at the Ding'an Hou Mansion, but at my biological mother. ”

Yan Ying said that let go of the tip of the sword here, and Concubine Zhen was not aggressive, and threw the sword on the grass at her feet.

Yan Ying stretched out her hand and pulled Ziyue behind her and continued: "My impression of my mother is very bland.

If you want to get any tragedy or comedy about my mother out of my mouth, sorry I can't really do anything about it. ”

She really didn't know anything about the original owner's mother.

"You think I'm going to fight you for your mother." As she spoke, Concubine Zhen took the handkerchief handed over by Aunt Praruo and wiped her white hands.

Turning her head to see Yan Ying carefully stopping the bleeding and rubbing some ointment on the girl, Concubine Zhen said indifferently: "The injury is not deep, and it will not leave scars." ”

When Yan Ying first examined Ziyue's wound, she also found that it was only slightly broken, not deep.

It shouldn't be possible to leave a scar, and it seems that the lady has no intention of killing them.

Yan Ying hurriedly pulled Ziyue to kneel and thanked her: "Thank you, Madame, for your mercy." ”

"You don't have to thank you too early, I'll light Huan Yixiang in your room in a while, so that you can have a round room with the person you just caught, so that you can be an adult."

Otherwise, I can't afford to delay an old woman who has ruined a good family affair. ”

Since it's fake, there's no need to make a big move, so let's just plan it.

Let the woman be punished with a small punishment.

"But you don't look old at all." Yan Ying said truthfully.

In addition to the face is indescribable, both the body and the wholesale in the hand are excellently maintained.

"You don't pat me on the back, people like me who have been disfigured for more than ten years have a very dark heart.

If I don't kill you now, it's not the same as letting you go, it's because I look at you too ordinary, not like that person. ”

Concubine Zhen said indifferently.

"Take them away."

Yan Ying still wanted to speak, so she loaded the sack.

"Open the sack."

"Yes."

"Ma'am, how about we make a deal?" Yan Ying showed her head, looked at the bright and dim lights in the room, had an idea in her heart, and weighed it again and again.

Concubine Zhen took a sip of tea from the bowl on the table and said, "You are not qualified to make a deal with me.

If you want to live or don't want to live in a cave room, say something that makes me more interesting, and if you can't say it, I'll be happy to wait for you. ”

Yan Ying is not annoyed, she has lived for a lifetime anyway, and this period of time was originally earned, if she really has exhausted her qi, then she will admit it.

God didn't treat her badly.

"Why don't we try to heal your face?" Yan Ying proposed.

"You're presumptuous." Aunt Praruo came over and slapped Yan Ying directly on her face, and suddenly the corners of Yan Ying's mouth showed a trace of blood.

Ziyue, who crawled out of the sack, wanted to rush over and stopped Yan Ying.

"Why don't you get out of here." Aunt Prajna scolded.

"Madam, she is young and ignorant, and the old slave will definitely beat her until she wakes up." Aunt Prajna said tremblingly.

"Prajna, you are still kind-hearted, and after following me for so long, you still haven't learned a little bit of the consciousness of cutting weeds and eradicating roots.

You just couldn't wait to punish that girl, because you were afraid that I would kill her in anger. Concubine Zhen held the veil on her face with her hand.

It's been a long time since I've touched my face so calmly as I did today.

This girl is born with a calf and is not afraid of tigers.