It's really insightful.

Song Pingyang's face was slightly gloomy, Sanskrit Yin, who has always been easy to speak, what happened today?

Thinking of his purpose, the smile on Song Pingyang's face deepened, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his face, and said angrily, "Alas! Yin'er, can your mother still lie to you? Dumpling just played a little joke on you. ”

"The thunder whip has been banned, this joke is really small enough!" Sanskrit's tone became more sarcastic.

Song Pingyang really treats her as a three-year-old child? Everyone in the Hou Mansion knows that when the thunder whip comes out, blood will be seen.

And now Song Pingyang shamelessly came over to tell her that Fan Yutian was making a little joke with her.

The smile on Song Pingyang's face froze, and his eyes were full of displeasure when he looked at Fanyin.

Knowing that today, she shouldn't have agreed to let their mother and daughter come back, it was really an eyesore to watch.

And because Fanyin has a strong talent in cultivation, every time Fanyin looks at her, it's like looking at a baby.

Every time she saw Fanyin, she wanted to strangle her, but she couldn't do anything.

"Yin'er, my mother apologized to you on behalf of your two sisters, don't you get angry, okay? Tilt is too ignorant, but they have also been taught a lesson, can you dissipate your anger? Song Pingyang gritted her teeth and said, if she didn't want the pass in Fanyin's hand, why did she talk to Fanyin in such a low voice?

Only by letting Fanyin automatically give up the pass, Fanxin Ran will not blame her.

If it weren't for Sanskrit Shuyao's mediocre qualifications in cultivation, why would she bother with it?

It's not that she didn't give her the elixir to improve her cultivation, but it never worked.

And going to Fuyu Mountain is her only hope now, she has already heard that Yunxiao Zhenren has countless elixirs in her hands, and she may be able to help Sanskrit Shuyao.

And the master that Sanskrit wants to worship is the door of Yunxiao Zhenren.

This made her want to get a pass for Sanskrit even more, so that Sanskrit Shuyao could disguise herself as Sanskrit Yin and go to Fuyu Mountain to apprentice.

But I never expected that things would go so far wrong.

"Yin'er, do you know how you got this opportunity, as a concubine, you don't have the right to participate in the opportunity to participate in the selection of Fu Yushan, it's your mother's ......"

"You want to say that you fought for me?" Sanskrit asked rhetorically.

As soon as Song Pingyang wanted to respond, he heard Sanskrit Yin say, "How did I hear that as long as you have the ability, you can participate, and there is no distinction between concubines and concubines?" You're not going to lie to me with words like this that a three-year-old wouldn't believe for my pass! ”

Fanyin glanced at her coldly, "Don't even think about it." ”

Song Pingyang almost couldn't lift it in one breath, and blamed, "Yin'er, why are you so ignorant?" You are extremely talented in cultivation, even if you don't go to Fuyu Mountain, your cultivation can increase greatly, but your third sister is different, you know that she is average in this area, and she needs this opportunity more than you. ”

As soon as Song Pingyang's words fell, a mother-in-law beside her hurriedly said, "Miss, you don't know the princess's hard work, the princess has already helped you contact Master Lushang, and it took a lot of effort to persuade Master Lushang to accept you as a closed disciple, why do you know what to do with it." ”

Fanyin glanced at the mother-in-law coldly, this is Song Pingyang's dowry maid, but Song Pingyang is a loyal dog by his side.

"Can there be a real person in Yunxiao?" Sanskrit asked rhetorically.

The woman was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Naturally, it is impossible, Yunxiao Zhenren is the founder of Fu Yu Mountain, he has already broken through the void, and according to rumors, he has lived for more than five hundred years, so he is naturally not comparable to ordinary masters.

"Then why should I settle for the next best?" Sanskrit asked rhetorically.

"Miss, don't toast and don't eat and drink, you have to think about it for Mrs. De."