The hand that was holding up his hair paused, Feng Miao held a handful of brocade-like black hair and asked, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"Whoever you say, who knows in your heart that Feng Qing threw down a lukewarm word.

It was so boring to say this, Feng Miao pulled her hair around, hung it down on the side of her ear, and was about to lie down facing inward.

"Whoever is in front of the emperor and pretends to be a foxy charmer, I will say who!" Seeing that Feng Miao didn't react, Feng Qing raised his voice and said again.

Hearing her insult her biological mother before, Feng Miao already felt that her anger was surging, it was not enough for the eldest princess of Boling to bully A-Niang, even the daughter she gave birth to. From a singer to a concubine, isn't it because A-Niang doesn't have the background of Xuanhe like the eldest princess of Boling? Can the identity and lineage be chosen by the winners? Feng Miao suddenly felt that what Lin Lang said was right, there were some things, no matter how useless he was.

She forcibly suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, and said in a low voice, "It's not as good as the upbringing of the eldest princess Boling's family." ”

"You ......" Feng Qing was stopped by her words, turned over and sat up suddenly, the brocade quilt lowered his head, and his chest fell together.

Feng Miao didn't look at her, rubbed her eyes, and unbuttoned the top of her coat. Feng Qing bit her lip and looked at it, she knew in her heart that Feng Miao's face covered by her forehead hair was much more beautiful than her. Just this small action of leaning on the head of the bed and twisting the button, with a bit of childishness, makes people unable to take their eyes off, if they wait until their body grows up......

"Feng Miao, with your background, you will never fantasize about entering the Middle Palace." Feng Qing wanted to be as confident and generous as possible, but there was always a sourness in his words, "I advise you to die as soon as possible, don't think about fighting with me." ”

It turned out that it was for this matter, Feng Miao sneered in her heart, what she tried her best to get, she took it for granted that others had the same thoughts. "Miss Feng Qing, I don't fight with you," Feng Miao spoke slowly and methodically, pausing deliberately, "But naturally there are others fighting with you, and you are not the only girl to be married in Pingcheng." ”

"Don't go too far!" When Feng Qing heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately became angry, and jumped off the ground barefoot, "The mother who is a singer will seduce people, and her daughter is also cheap, you can't live without a man!" These words were usually said behind the back of the eldest princess of Boling, and Feng Qing may not fully understand the mean meaning of the words, but he was jealous and angry, so he said it without concealment.

"If you want to say it, I'll talk about me, don't get involved with my mother." Feng Miao also stood up and looked at her gaze.

"She dares to do it, why won't she let me say it?" Feng Qing's eyes were red, "I heard my mother say that when your mother took you into the door, you were two or three years old, who knows if you are your father's flesh and blood?" And your younger brother who eats white food, maybe he shouldn't be surnamed Feng at all! ”

"You are not allowed to talk about my aunt and brother." Feng Miao was also anxious, it didn't matter how she supported her on weekdays, the person who was least qualified to speak like this was Feng Qing. If it weren't for the eldest princess of Boling who stumbled openly and secretly, how could A-Niang's body be so bad? How is it that my brother still doesn't even have the money he deserves?

"Am I wrong?" Feng Qing still didn't give up, "My brothers all have titles, what kind of thing is your brother?" Those who are raised as prostitutes have no serious skills, and those who are charming and demonic are born with it. Why don't you learn from your shameless mother, and dance with your chest and back in public? Maybe someone lacks a concubine and just takes you in..."

Feng Miao was so angry that her chest was astringent, how could she still look like a young lady. She was angry with Feng Qing, but she was even more angry with the eldest princess of Boling, bullying people, and saying these ugly words behind her back. She quietly clenched her fingers, gritted her teeth to calm her voice, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, "That's good, thanks to you for reminding me, the next time I see the emperor, I will behave well." ＂

"You, you're shameless! Feng Qing was so angry that he stomped his feet, and without thinking about it, he slapped Feng Miao in the face.

Feng Miao only felt a painful pain on half of her face, and without saying a word, she tightened the belt on the cuffs of her small coat. Feng Qing saw that she was silent, and became more and more arrogant, "You two wild seeds who come from the wrong way... ＂

The word "wild seed" was still in her mouth, Feng Miao coldly grabbed her wrist and twisted it, pressing the two of her to fall to the ground together. The two of them were about the same size, and Feng Miao didn't have any advantage originally, but Feng Qing was wearing a wide bedrobe, so it was not so convenient to dodge, so he could only howl and shout, "You dare to hit me?" How dare you hit me! ”

"You said so, wouldn't it be a disappointment for you if I didn't fight." Feng Miao pressed her down without saying anything, and raised one hand high. She just wanted to teach Feng Qing a lesson, and she didn't plan to really take a heavy hand, in case Feng Qing went to cry to the eldest princess of Boling, it was A-Niang and her younger brother who suffered.

Feng Qing didn't see it, she cried more and more fiercely, tears wiped all over her face, and with a hard kick on her legs, Feng Miao's small stool at the head of the bed was overturned, her clothes fell to the ground, and the small sachet that Lin Lang gave her also rolled out.

As soon as Feng Miao looked back and saw that she wanted to take the sachet back, as soon as her body moved, the strength in her hand was loosened. Feng Qing took the opportunity to struggle, pushed her hard, and rushed over to hold the sachet in his hand. Feng Miao took a step slower, and the two rolled together on the ground, hitting the glass lampshade and falling to the ground with a "snap", shattering into several pieces.

"Give it back!"

"No!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, Aunt Cui pushed the door in, hurriedly tied the belt on her coat as she walked, and saw that the room was full of messes, and her eyebrows were about to be twisted together, "Two little ancestors!" What's going on here? In the middle of the night, the Empress Dowager heard it in the main hall! ”

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