Wu Teng stood at the door, his round apricot eyes full of jealousy. She looked at Li Qingmu, who was lying on the bed, with two points of shock, three points of confusion, and five points of anger in her eyes, and cursed with a small mouth, "You little goblin, you are only a few years old, and you have hit your mind on the prince's body." You don't look at yourself, a fox with such a big scar on his face, do you really think you can enter the eyes of the prince? Count your family's ancestral graves upwards, and which one is smoking......"

The corners of Li Qingmu's mouth couldn't help twitching twice.

Her family's ancestral grave? Her family's ancestral tomb is bigger, and if you take out a burial pit from a single tomb, you can fit the entire Jin Palace, and there must be more than that.

Wu Teng saw contempt flashing in Li Qingmu's eyes, and the anger in his heart rose a little more. When he saw Li Qingmu's still red and swollen lips and the red finger marks on the tender white neck and shins, Wu Teng's anger reached its peak.

She lifted the hem of her long skirt and walked into the room, and with a wave of her right hand knocked over the porcelain teapot on a pearwood table by the window.

With the sound of broken porcelain, she started to overturn the wooden basin that had not been poured out after Qiu Ju cleaned her face in the morning.

The wooden basin fell to the ground with a muffled 'thud', and dirty water splashed on the ground. The water droplets splashed on Concubine Wu Teng's red skirt without long eyes, and a few drops of water remained.

"Oops, my dress!" Wu Teng screamed and jumped twice on the ground, and the hem of his skirt that hung down in the retreat swept into the dirty water, wetting a large area.

Seeing that the Luo skirt on the new upper body was dirty, Wu Teng's brain buzzed even more annoyed. This dress was specially made by her in the largest and best embroidery building in the capital.

The material is made of five-color brocade forging from Dashun private merchants, and the light green gauze on the outside is made of green cloud smoke of tribute.

She put this dress on her body in order to let the King of Jin see her beauty like a flower, and by the way, invited the King of Jin to celebrate her sixteenth birthday.

But who knows, when she walked to the small garden, she heard the private rumors of the minions, and the king of Jin rushed to the courtyard of the slave early in the morning and brought the dumb slave to the study. When the dumb slave returned to the slave room, his face was flushed, and he was still wearing the cloak that the emperor had given to the king of Jin a few days ago.

How could Wu Teng not be angry? Wu Teng thought that without Li Ji, the demon girl who had been trained in the bed in the music building, King Jin would definitely set his sights on her young and beautiful body. But she didn't want to be favored for a few days, so she was first taken by a small cheap slave who was close to the moon and the building.

When Wu Teng was jumping and screaming and smashing things there, Li Qingmu calmly put on his clothes neatly, and walked to the poor wooden basin indifferently, and kicked the wooden basin on the ground out with a kick in Wu Teng's angry and puzzled eyes.

Li Qingmu used a lot of force, and the wooden basin flew up from the ground, flew past Wu Teng's side, and smashed straight on the door frame.

With a "bang", the wooden basin fell to the ground and shattered into several halves.

Enduring the pain in his feet, Li Qingmu raised his stunning little face, looked straight at Wu Teng, whose face turned pale in an instant, and raised his eyebrows defiantly.

She Li Qingmu has grown up to such an age, except for being repeatedly planted in the hands of King Jin, she has never thought of being idle from others.

Qiu Ju is just that, she doesn't care about a minion a lot.

But Wu Teng is something, two years ago, she was dirty when she lifted her shoes.

The little maid beside Wu Teng was frightened by the loud noise, turned around and jumped out of the door to hide away.

Wu Teng looked indifferent, but Li Qingmu, who was murderous, couldn't help but shudder. After swallowing the foam, she stammered and asked, "You, what do you want to do!" Tell you, I'm the prince's fourth-class concubine, but your master! ”

Fourth-class concubines? She Li Qingmu is still a princess!

Li Qingmu pointed out the door with his chin, and the meaning of letting Wu Teng roll was very obvious.

There are more and more minions watching the excitement outside the door, and they are all the kind that can speak in front of the owners of the house.

Wu Teng swept some doors, feeling that if he went out like this, it would be too shameless, how could he raise his head in front of the rooms in the future?

Besides, Li Qingmu is just an eleven-year-old minion, and she really shouldn't be scared by a little minion.

After thinking about it, Wu Teng raised his face angrily and shouted angrily at Li Qingmu, "It's against you, you kneel down for me!" ”