Dressed as a fake daughter of the Xiangfu, starting from refusing house fights

Chapter 21 Who dares to disrespect her with such a relationship?
Holding the folding fan, Yun Niannian looked at the storyteller on his knees begging for mercy with a half-smile.

Tsk tsk tsk, is this still the storyteller with his eyes above his head?
"Miss Yun, I... No, little one, little one was wrong." The storyteller was crying, begging Yun Niannian to forgive him.

She is a well-known ghost in the capital, and if she offends her, even if she does not die, she will shed a layer of skin.

Although it is now known that she is not the prime minister's biological child, but if she is not sent away, it proves that she is still the young lady of the prime minister's mansion.

As long as there is such a relationship, who would dare to disrespect her.

Yun Niannian snorted coldly, squinted at the storyteller who was kneeling on the ground, ignored him and walked straight towards the little beggar.

"Miss, his name is Xiaogouzi, he was found by a servant on the street, he is quite clever, so..."

The little beggar had never met such a beautiful little girl. Although she was wearing a long gown, she was still pink and beautiful, as if she had walked out of a painting, which made him a little apprehensive, afraid that the mud on his body would stain her cleanliness.

The closer Yun Niannian got to him, the more he retreated.

"Miss, I... I'm dirty, you'd better not come here."

"It's okay!" Yun Niannian didn't mind his dirty little face, she stretched out her hand to wipe off the mud on his face, slightly pursed her lips, and said softly, "I don't mind."

The little beggar's heart was hanging in the distance, and he smiled shyly at her.

"silver!"

He handed her the silver bag.

"No, you can take it, buy something delicious, and don't forget the other friends."

The little beggar's eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, and left excitedly with the silver bag.

With money, we don't have to go hungry anymore.

The storyteller thought that Yun Niannian hadn't noticed him, and got up to run, but before he could get up, he was stopped by Cuiyu at the side.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Girl, I'm so anxious, can you..." The storyteller looked at Cuiyu obsequiously, but she interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"cannot!"

Cuiyu gave the storyteller a blank look, and stopped him at the entrance of the alley, not allowing him to leave half a step.

After Yun Niannian watched the little beggar leave, she slowly came to the storyteller, with a sharp look in her eyes.

"Sir, I don't make it difficult for you, just tell me who the woman who gave you the money today is. However, if you don't tell the truth, even if you escaped by luck today, you will be hiding under the hood tomorrow. I can also dig you out, believe it or not?"

The storyteller swallowed in fear.

Yun Niannian's eyes were so terrifying, he even seemed to have seen his own miserable end.

"Miss Yun, I don't know who that person is. Really, I didn't lie to you."

"You didn't lie to me?" Yun Niannian snorted coldly and frowned deeply, "You don't know who he is and would make a deal with him? Are you not afraid that I will find out and blame everything on you? "

"I have been the daughter of the Prime Minister for 12 years, and I still have some tricks, sir, don't you think so?"

The storyteller was a little guilty and didn't dare to look directly into Yun Niannian's eyes.

"Miss Yun, don't force the little one, I really can't say it."

Rather than offending the person behind the woman, Mr. Storyteller would rather offend Yun Niannian in front of him.

That is the real daughter, no matter what, the Yun family will not protect Yun Niannian and ignore their daughter.

"Okay!" Yun Niannian nodded and smiled, and walked slowly towards the storyteller, tapped his shoulder lightly with the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly a burst of fragrance hit him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I was just joking with you just now, Cuiyu, let's go!"

Cuiyu on the side looked at her young lady in astonishment, wasting so much thought, could she just let him go like this.

impossible!

"Miss, are we leaving like this?"

"He won't say, what can our two little girls do to him?" Yun Niannian sighed with regret and continued, "Let's go, let's find another way."

Although Cuiyu was at a loss, she could only nod her head after the young lady said so.

Mr. Storyteller didn't expect that it was just a false alarm, and he was relieved immediately.

It doesn't matter if the money is gone, as long as you say a few words in the teahouse every day, money will be delivered to your door.

Just when the storyteller was very proud, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He clutched his chest in pain, and suddenly fell to the ground.

What... what's going on, why does my chest hurt?
Yun Niannian stopped when she heard the sound, turned around and saw the storyteller lying on the ground, and couldn't help but chuckled.

"Sir, what's the matter with you, you're fine, why is your face so ugly? Could it be that you've been poisoned?"

As soon as the words fell, Yun Niannian opened her eyes wide with fear, but ridicule flickered in her eyes.

"You...you poisoned me?"

The storyteller covered his chest and looked at Yun Niannian with a ferocious face, his eyes almost popping out.

It's a pity that his chest hurts too much, and after staring for a while, he loses his strength.

Yun Niannian shook her head, with an innocent face: "Hey, don't talk nonsense, I'm a little girl's family, where do you know how to poison, don't be joking."

"Then why..."

"It should be that you have committed a lot of evil, and God can't stand it, so he took action to teach you."

"No! It's you."

The storyteller suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the image of Yun Niannian beating himself with a fan flashed in his mind.

At that time, there was still a burst of fragrance coming to his nostrils. At that time, he thought it was the smell of the girl's house powder, but now that he thought about it, the smell just now should be poison.

What a powerful tool.

The storyteller gritted his teeth and looked angrily at Yun Niannian who was blinking innocently.

"When you beat me with the fan just now, was that when you poisoned me?"

Yun Niannian didn't make a sound, but smiled lightly.

"Well, if you say it's me, it's me, anyway, I'm the only one who can save you now, if you don't tell the truth, it's very likely that you'll die from intestinal rot.

It's up to you to die or live. "

The storyteller gritted his silver teeth in hatred, feeling annoyed and regretful in his heart.

If he had known that this would happen in the next incident, he shouldn't be dazzled by money.

It's really troublesome to be in a dilemma now.

Yun Niannian was not in a hurry, seeing his gradually chapped face, the smile became more obvious.

After several struggles, the storyteller nodded helplessly, "As long as Miss is willing to save me, I'll say yes."

"It's natural, after all, I don't want to touch the blood of people like you." Yun Niannian turned her head and glanced at Cuiyu next to her, "There was an embroidery workshop just ahead, go and buy some needles and threads, remember, the thinnest If you buy the wrong needle, it will be Mr. who suffers.”

Cuiyu blessed Fushen immediately, and smiled: "Understood, girl, please rest assured."

As soon as the words fell, Cuiyu turned back and left immediately.

Yun Niannian randomly found a bench and sat at the entrance of the alley. When moving the chair, she turned her head and glanced at the teahouse opposite, a smile rippling from her mouth.

(End of this chapter)