She was shocked, and with a block of conditioned reflex, her sleeves immediately ignited a fire, and in the panic, she only heard Xi Xueyao's crazy laughter in her ears.

"What the Seven Imperial Princesses! There can only be side concubines in the Seven Princes' Mansions, and I, Xi Xueyao, am Brother Junmo's favorite! ”

The two maidservants were afraid of being burned, so they stayed away from Feng Lingye.

The fire would soon spread all over the body, Feng Lingye's heart was beating like thunder, and he quickly kept himself calm, his eyes swept over every corner of the room, and finally saw the copper basin next to the screen, rushed over, and immediately poured the water inside on his body.

But it was still a step too late, and she looked at her face in the bronze mirror, which was obviously burned.

Xi Xueyao looked at her viciously, "Now that your face is completely ruined, I see how you still seduce people!" ”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Feng Lingye rushing over with an arrow step, and with a hard slap of her palm, she directly fanned the shocked Xi Xueyao to the ground, took off the hairpin on her head, and was about to cut her face.

The two maidservants wanted to step forward to stop them, but Feng Lingye immediately increased the strength of the hairpin, so frightened that the two did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing this, Xi Xueyao's eyes flashed with panic, and she shouted desperately, "Brother Junmo, save me!" ”

At this moment, a stone suddenly flew from outside the door and instantly hit Feng Lingye's wrist, her hand became weak, and the hairpin fell off her hand.

Xi Xueyao saw the opportunity, immediately escaped from her confinement and ran out of the door.

Feng Lingye looked at the man who slowly walked in from outside the door in disbelief, his eyes slightly red.

Did he instruct his side concubine to do this to her?

Did he really hate her so much that he didn't hesitate to ruin her face?

Duan Junmo had already changed out of the wedding clothes on his body, and at this moment, he was wearing a black robe, becoming more and more cold and cold, standing in front of her, looking at her condescendingly, and sneering, "Such an ugly face is more worthy of you." ”

She sat on her knees and looked at him, like a lowly ant to be ravaged by, and all the resistance seemed so ridiculous and pathetic in his eyes.

If it weren't for the ruin of the country and the collapse of the family, she would also have relatives, capital to be able to resist, and a splendid relationship that she didn't have to rely on.

Unfortunately, none of this exists.

So now, does she deserve to be trampled in the mire?

She is not reconciled! She must not linger, she must not be slaughtered!

She must let these people who despise her understand that insulting a slave who has died in the country is their biggest mistake!

"Someone!" He spoke slowly, his voice cold and ruthless, "In the future, this will eat and live with the watchdog!" ”