Chapter 8: Who Are You?
She looked at Murong Zhi again. I already understood something in my heart, it turned out that this woman was taking revenge, and she was warning herself! This cynicism, with a gun and a stick, sounds very reasonable, so that people can't refute it. Seeing that the prince didn't want to interfere, she had to grit her teeth with hatred: "Thank you for the princess's sister's teachings, my sister knows!" ”
Wen Wanting could hear the meaning of the words, and Nangong Ao could naturally hear it. He looked at Murong Zhi, his thin lips pulled but he didn't speak, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no expression on his face, which was even more incomprehensible.
"In that case, then you should go back first! Didn't you say there was something going on in the house? Murong Zhi had almost learned a lesson, so she let go of her hand and opened her mouth to send off the guests. For the time being, the small punishment and the big commandment are also made of porcelain. If this woman dies again, she will teach her how to be a human being!
Wen Wanting was already so angry that she was about to vomit blood, and her face was full of blood, but she still had to grit her teeth and pretend to be casual, and she looked deeply instructed, and bowed her head to Murong Zhi reverently: "Sister Xie reminds, Lord Wang, Sister Princess, the concubine is retired!" ”
Turning around, the hands under the wide-sleeved robe clenched into fists, Murong Zhi, who occupied the position of the princess, did not die early, blocking his way, and dared to bully her like this today! She Wen Wanting will never let her go!
Seeing this, Nangong Ao stretched out his hand slightly, and the subordinate on the side handed over the tea, and he lowered his head to drink the tea.
And since things have come to this, Murong Zhi naturally didn't expect to be good friends with this woman, seeing that Wen Wanting was so angry that she pretended to be gentle. Murong Zhi blinked and said, "After Sister Concubine goes back, remember to drink some medicine that regulates qi and blood, don't ask my sister why, my sister is all for your good!" ”
"Ahem......" Nangong Ao was successfully choked.
"Lord Wang!" The subordinate on the side hurriedly came up and patted his back, he waved his hand, signaling not to use, but coughed several times.
raised his head and looked at Murong Zhi speechlessly, this woman is so ruthless! Wen Wanting was already so angry that she left without saying anything, and she had endured a lot of anger. But she still beat her to the end, she had to break the anger in Wen Wanting's heart, and asked people to go back to drink the medicine that regulates qi and blood, which is almost out of anger if she is not sick!
Wen Wanting's face turned purple with anger, and she replied tremblingly: "My sister knows!" After finishing speaking, he strode away, afraid of hearing Murong Zhi's words from other angry people who would not pay for their lives!
I don't know if she was stimulated so hard today that she tripped three times along the way and broke her foot.
Zijuan looked at Wen Wanting's angry back, and then looked at Murong Zhi with admiration, she knew that after the princess committed suicide once, she would become so powerful, so good at talking, and she took revenge fiercely, so she encouraged the princess to commit suicide as soon as possible! Ah......h What was she thinking!
Hearing Nangong Ao's cough, Murong Zhi glanced at him unkindly. This look choked Nangong Ao again, snorted coldly, and stopped looking at her.
When Wen Wanting walked away, Murong Zhi glanced at Nangong Ao, and the implication in her eyes was very clear: You still don't go?
As soon as Nangong Ao raised his hand, all the people in the room reacted, and immediately lowered their heads and bowed. Then retreated, Zijuan glanced at Murong Zhi with some concern, but still followed out and closed the door!
Now, the two of them were the only ones left in the room.
Nangong Ao put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Murong Zhi with cold eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Say, who are you?" ”