"Absent?"

One of them called lightly, Shen Qing frowned, and when the two of them turned their heads with lanterns and saw Shen Qing who was still wet standing behind the pyre, they screamed in fright.

The other person hurriedly covered her mouth and looked at Shen Qing with disgust: "What are you doing hiding here!" ”

Only then did Shen Qing see her face clearly, her triangular eyes hung her eyebrows, if it weren't for her plumpness, covering her high cheekbones, she wouldn't be able to hide her mean image.

"Didn't Mama Gong let me be beaten to death by them, and why did she come to find me?" She still vigilantly held the hairpin in her hand.

"Why?" This palace grandmother asked the other to close the door, but she stared at Shen Qing indifferently: "When we rescued you from the mass grave, we said that your life is ours." On that day, the people of the solemn mansion were clearly provoking us to do something with them, and you still dared to beat their people, and it was your blessing that we didn't kill you now! ”

"You mean, if they want to kill me, the so-called 'Princess Dayan', it's up to them?"

"Of course, if you are really killed by them, it will be their solemn mansion that is at a loss, and they are at the expense of Dawei!" After Mama Gong finished speaking, she stepped forward and grabbed Shen Qing's neck: "Now that you are carried here alone, we could have killed you, but you are lucky, since the murderous demon King Huainan is back now, we will change our plan." As long as you can kill him, we can make you a fake princess for the rest of your life, enjoying all the glory and wealth! ”

Shen Qing's seemingly gentle eyes overflowed with murderous aura: "Really? ”

Seeing her like this, Mama Gong thought she agreed, let go of her hand and said coldly: "Naturally, but we are all guarded, we can't help you for the time being, you'd better do it as soon as possible, otherwise, we can only implement the next strategy!" She glanced at Shen Qing viciously, and then led people to turn around and leave.

Hearing the sound of the firewood door closing, Shen Qing barely stood firm on the side of the firewood, but before he could come up with a countermeasure, he heard a hurried footstep coming, and then the door was kicked open suddenly, and the girl ring carrying the lantern walked to her in a few steps, full of anger.

Shen Qing took a look, isn't this the Yahuan Ziyuan who gave him a wide coat today: "What's wrong?" ”

"You're too embarrassed to ask what's wrong!" Ziyuan was so angry that she almost cried, and threw the two sets of blue clothes in her arms to the ground: "The prince now let me be your maid, you are happy!" ”

Shen Qing looked at the clothes: "The personal ring around the princess should be first-class, why are you crying." ”

Seeing that Shen Qing still didn't understand, Zi Yuan pointed at the tip of her nose and began to scold: "It's you who should cry tomorrow, you really think that you are the princess on top, the prince ordered, you will go to work in the Huanyi room tomorrow!" It's just that you die yourself, why bother to come and harm me! ”

"I won't be in the room for the rest of my life." Shen Qing thought about being threatened by Mama Gong just now, and sat down slowly, unwilling to say any more, but Ziyuan did not give up, and seemed to be full of fear when he mentioned the Huanyi room: "I don't care, I will go to you by myself tomorrow, I will never go with you!" ”

Shen Qing looked at her angrily and would rather sit at the door with her clothes than share a room with her, her eyes blinked very slowly, although she lost part of her memory, she remembered a lot about the situation of the Sumu Mansion, which was one of the reasons why she was willing to marry to the Sumu Mansion in the first place.

"Is the housekeeper of the laundry room surnamed Zhou?" Shen Qing asked.

"How do you know!" Ziyuan turned her head suddenly, as if she was still apprehensive when she mentioned this grandmother.

Shen Qingwan: "The gods told me." She closed her eyes and said no more, confirming that her memory was correct, and tomorrow she would borrow this week's grandma to hug her thighs.