What seems like a simple sentence actually contains a lot of meaning. In the somewhat dim kitchen, Wang Xueqing's eyes quickly rolled out, and a gloomy look quickly dissipated.

What do you mean by okay? She is even more dissatisfied with this woman, Wen Qiao's identity is so noble, and now this woman is talking nonsense in front of her!

Wang Xueqing's movements of washing vegetables became slower and slower, and even most of her hands were immersed in water, and she was holding a few vegetable leaves lightly in her hands and was stunned.

He looks like he's thinking about things very much.

In the dimly lit kitchen, there was only the occasional crackling sound of the firewood burning in the stove and the thud of Zhao Qingyan cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife.

The voice was very dull, it seemed to knock on Wang Xueqing's body one at a time, but it was inconsequential when it hit her, so it was impossible for her to make a sound.

This sound made Wang Xueqing more and more upset, and her heartbeat was much faster than usual, making her gasp and restless.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qingyan kept her head down and was cutting the vegetables in her hand, and when she suddenly raised her head, she saw Wang Xueqing looking straight ahead with blank eyes.

Although she has a good personality, she is not the kind of good person who will forgive others without saying a word when others bully her.

Wang Xueqing didn't react when she heard the voice, she thought about things seriously, although she heard someone talking in her ear, the whole person was in a trance, and it took a while for her to react violently.

That very beautiful face turned white, and she didn't know what she thought, and her body shook violently.

"It's fine." She swallowed nervously, and asked Zhao Qingyan again, "I don't know what your name is?"

I got to the most important point.

Zhao Qingyan turned his head sideways to her, narrowed his eyes slightly, but he still smiled at her slowly with a harmless smile on his face, "Didn't Wen Qiao tell you?" My name is Zhao Qingyan. ”

If it weren't for the fact that they were standing in the house now, with a roof above their heads, Wang Xueqing felt that after hearing these words clearly, a few thunderbolts could be instantly slashed from the sky, splitting her without a piece of good skin on her body, and she would die on the spot in one breath.

Others don't know, but as one of the women who wants to marry into the Wynne Mansion, can she still not know?

Isn't the rumored unfavored princess of the Grace Houfu called this name? Wang Xueqing almost didn't take a break on the spot when she heard this name.

Her mind flashed quickly, just now when she followed Wen Qiao in, there was also a child who looked not very old, about ten years old, suddenly pounced on Wen Qiao and called his father.

Now the dirty scumbag woman next to her told herself that her name was Zhao Qingyan immediately, if she remembered well, the only child in Huai'en Houfu seemed to be by Zhao Qingyan's side.

Her face turned bad in an instant, Wen Qiao actually took her to such a place, and even let her meet Zhao Qingyan!

Zhao Qingyan didn't see Wang Xueqing's reaction, and pretended to be curious and asked her, "What about you?" I don't know your name yet. ”

Anyone who saw her with such a kind expression would not have thought that she actually had a lot of evil thoughts in her heart.

Wang Xueqing already regretted dying at this time, she felt that she shouldn't have asked so much just now, and she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart if she didn't know the identity of this woman.

Now when she knew that she was starting to feel uncomfortable all over her body, she glanced at Zhao Qingyan expressionlessly, and saw that her dress was finally better.

She said, "My name is Wang Xueqing."

"Oh," Zhao Qingyan nodded, "It's a good name, it fits your temperament very well." ”

There is no one in the world who doesn't like others to praise themselves, Wang Xueqing's face is a little better, she also nodded with satisfaction, and snorted lightly in her heart, feeling that this Zhao Qingyan still has some vision and is also very good at talking.

But just by virtue of her voice and appearance, she is not worthy of Wen Qiao at all, she doesn't understand why Zhao Qingyan still has the face to stay by Wen Qiao's side now.

The jealous mind was rapidly fermenting in her heart, Wang Xueqing was always indignant, she only knew that Zhao Qingyan was not worthy now.

Wen Qiao's mother didn't want Zhao Qingyan to stay by Wen Qiao's side, so she was even more unwilling! If Zhao Qingyan is still there, then she will never be able to sit in Mrs. Wen Qiao's position!

After a while, under Wang Xueqing's slowing down speed by dozens of times, the vegetables in the wooden basin filled with most of the water were finally washed by her slowly.

Even after washing things, she didn't walk away, but still stood beside Zhao Qingyan and watched the non-stop movements of her hands.

She looked at it and pulled the corners of her mouth, the kitchen knife in Zhao Qingyan's hand was sharp and shiny, and her movements were very fast, the vegetable moved forward a little while moving, and the kitchen knife in the other hand fell quickly.

The whole action is fast and clean, and there is no mud and water. Wang Xueqing didn't have much emotion, she turned her head and subconsciously glanced outside, but saw Wen Qiao standing in the yard with an ax and chopping wood seriously.

Looking at Zhao Qingyan in the kitchen, she was also quiet, although she didn't want to admit it, but these two people were still a good match in some places.

Wang Xueqing only felt that her breathing was heavier at this moment, she swiped to the side, and a crazy thought quickly flashed in her mind.

What if she made Wen Qiao hate Zhao Qingyan? Could it be that Wen Qiao has lost his temper with her since then, and even chose to divorce her?

Then she will have a chance, she doesn't believe that he won't like a beautiful woman like her! Wang Xueqing made up her mind, and suddenly said to Zhao Qingyan: "Why don't I help you cut vegetables?"

Zhao Qingyan raised her head and glanced at Wang Xueqing when she heard this, with a puzzled look in her eyes, but she still said: "No need, this job is a bit dangerous, let me do it myself."

"It's okay," Wang Xueqing was not annoyed when she was rejected, she continued: "You see that I came with the prince, you can't sit and do nothing in vain this trip, right?" The whole world has gone to help with the work, how can I eat nothing like this! Just let me help you!"

As Wang Xueqing spoke, she also reached the knife in Zhao Qingyan's hand.

"I really don't need to." Zhao Qingyan took the kitchen knife and hid to the side with an unhappy face, but Wang Xueqing refused to listen to Zhao Qingyan's words, and had to grab the knife in her hand.

The two of them stepped back one and the other walked forward, and in the chaotic scramble, a scream broke the quiet atmosphere in the kitchen.

Wen Qiao was holding a pile of chopped firewood in his hand, and as soon as he walked to the door, he saw Zhao Qingyan suddenly touching the knife into Wang Xueqing's palm.

The kitchen knife was very sharp, but the blood kept dripping down at this touch, and Wang Xueqing's palm was quickly stained red by blood.

It's very shocking to watch. Wen Qiao's face was gloomy to the extreme, and with the crazy beating of his heartbeat, he roared out in a dumb voice, "What are you doing!"