p> "Well, Miss likes to stay with Nanfeng Gongzi, besides, Nanfeng Gongzi is Miss's brother-in-law, he loves Miss very much." ”

Speaking of Nanfeng Gongzi and his person, Qingying's little face immediately showed a smile.

Seeing this, the corners of Ling Wushuang's lips curled, and he quipped: "Little girl, you won't like that Nanfeng boy, right?" ”

Hearing her own young lady say this, Qingying blushed with shame, stomped her feet, and hurriedly refuted herself, "Miss, you are not allowed to talk nonsense." The slave maid has a humble status, how can she have extravagant thoughts about the son of the south wind? ”

"Look at your urgency, Miss, I'm just teasing you!" Ling Wushuang smiled "hehe", and then changed the topic, "But it's okay! If you really like him, I can be your solid backing, Miss. ”

Qingying's little face turned even redder, and she waved her hand again and again, "Miss, the slave doesn't have it, she definitely doesn't have that thought, you must not mess with the mandarin duck spectrum." Suddenly, Qingying's eyes rolled slightly, her head came to Ling Wushuang's approach, and she said mysteriously: "Miss, seriously, the slave thinks that Nanfeng Gongzi seems to like you!" ”

"Little girl, are you begging for a beating? I even knew that a tooth for a tooth was a tooth for a tooth! ”

Ling Wushuang said, pretending to be fierce, and flicked it several times on Qingying's head.

"Where do you have?" Holding his painful head, Qingying denied it.

"Alright, no more fun with you!" Ling Wushuang stood up and walked to the door, "Let's get in order, and we'll have to deal with those little people in a while!" ”

"That's what Miss said." Qing Ying responded, pushed the wheelchair over, and let Ling Wushuang sit on, "Miss, then the Ning clan shouldn't save face for her, according to the slave maid, she really owes a lot of pumping!" ”

Flicking the corners of his skirt, Ling Wushuang put his legs together, lightly put them on the wheelchair pedals, and his red lips slowly opened, "It's just some crumb tricks!" Speaking of this, Ling Wushuang's voice paused, his right arm rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, stretched out his index finger and rubbed it on his smooth jaw a few times, hooked his lips and continued: "Wait a minute, Miss, I have a way to deal with them." ”

Yesterday, didn't the people of Beijing call her a goddess? Hehe! Later, she will show them how powerful her 'goddess' really is.

Ling Wushuang raised his eyes and looked at the blue sky above him.

Xiu frowned slightly, got up early, and waited for Qingying to be bored, she freshened up, sat under the only tree in the courtyard, and accidentally saw swarms of ants climbing up the trunk.

Then, she raised her internal strength and listened carefully to the movements outside the courtyard, only to feel that the croaking of frogs in the pond not far from Meiyuan was particularly loud.

According to the common sense he knew in his previous life, Ling Wushuang was sure that it would not be long before a storm would hit on this seemingly good sunny day.

When she encountered the Ning family's invitation to catch ghosts, she just used this prophet to make the Ning family who believed in ghosts and monsters frightened at the same time, and at the same time, she was slightly restrained, she Ling Wushuang hadn't played enough, how could she easily let the pair of pretentious women of Ning's mother and daughter be overtaken early.

Goddess? Ghosts? Ling Wushuang thought of these two diametrically opposed words, and the corners of his lips curled up with a sneer.

She is just her, just Ling Wushuang, who is invincible by her own strength.

Everything else, to her, was a floating cloud.

If there are gods, why haven't those pious people in the world, those who have died unjustly, not seen the protection of the gods?

On the contrary, let those who do a lot of evil and have a small amount of dirt will be harmed for thousands of years.

Man will conquer the sky, it is the last word.

But in this other world where imperial power is supreme, how many people know?

All kinds of thoughts passed through Ling Wushuang's mind one by one.

At this time, Qing Yingyin sounded, "Miss, but, the slave is afraid, afraid of ......"

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