The killer of the cold princess is not too cold

"Why is the concubine sister here? The prince's concubine's wedding is over?" Wu Die'er and her group saw Rumeng sitting alone by the garden, and couldn't help sarcasm. Although she was also uncomfortable with the fact that the prince was concubine, it could stimulate them to truly opponents, she still gladly speaks of her abhorrence.

Rumeng quietly admired the huge peony that was about to wither, ignoring the unreasonable provocations of boring people.I saw them blooming brightly the day before yesterday, but today I saw them withered and depressed.

People are like flowers, and flowers are like people.

"Hey, sister wangfei is crying? On the day when the lord is happy, the wangfei breaks the taboo and sheds tears. Isn't this a good omen?" Wu Die'er deliberately turned to ask the maids around her, who understood what she meant and hurriedly echoed: " Yes! Yes!"

cry?When Rumeng heard these two words, she was also taken aback. She stretched out her hand and touched the corner of her eyes. Sure enough, there was cold and moist liquid. How could the tears be out of her control.Rumeng got up, patted the dust off her body, and walked forward, ignoring a group of boring women who had nothing to do.

"Poor thing, she became an abandoned concubine within a month of entering the door. If it were me, I would have died long ago. I think the prince has spoiled me Wu Die'er for two years. Although he didn't marry me earlier, he bought it for my wife. The room is also noble and luxurious, unlike someone who picks up other people's leftovers from the beginning and lives in a house that others don't want, it's really pitiful." Wu Die'er played with her graceful and rich lotus flower bun, mocking Gu Mo like a dream.

Rumeng turned her face slightly and stared at Wu Die'er's white soft breasts with meaningful eyes, then moved to her charming face, and then put on a faint smile at the corner of her mouth: "Wu Die'er, isn't it? How did the bird's nest taste last time? Do you want to taste it again? Last time it was probably the hand that was burnt. Well, the doctors in the palace are really good at medical skills. The white, tender and smooth hands are as good as before. I don't know. Will the wound heal the same as before? This princess really wants to know if the doctors in this mansion have the ability to perform plastic surgery."

"Ah! You are such a vicious and insidious woman! No wonder the prince wants you away so soon! You deserve it!" Wu Die'er screamed in horror, insulting her without any choice of words. If it wasn't for Lian'er's support behind her, she would have He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Where did the doctor in the mansion heal her hands, it was the elixir that Lian Er begged outside to restore her smooth skin.She really couldn't imagine how terrible her beautiful face would be after being scalded.

"Vicious? Hehe! You haven't tasted what is really vicious. It seems that I let you go easily last time. I was really too merciful!" Rumeng broke off the withered peony flowers, and the blue The flowers were trampled on the soles of Rumeng's feet, and the purple-blue flower juice splashed on Rumeng's bright red palace robe, and then the palace robe spun into a coquettish flower, and Rumeng flew to Wu Die'er, "papa" threw two Slap, all the maids were stunned in surprise, it was too fast!

"You hit me? I want to tell the lord that you are a poisonous woman with a vicious heart!" Wu Die'er caressed her cheeks with red and swollen fingerprints, tears of terror rolled down her eyelids, and the maids around her stood aside in fright, afraid It will bring disaster to these little shrimps who make trouble out of nothing.

Rumeng pulled out the dart she carried with her and stuck it on Wu Die'er's delicate cheeks, threatening Wu Die'er who had lost her face in a gloomy manner: "Tell Shangguan Yu? Your lord will not seriously offend me. In order to show that I am a real poisonous woman, I decided to scratch your face first, then chop off your limbs, cut off your tongue, and gouged out your eyes. Soak the rest of your body in a salt jar and give it to Shangguan Yu, okay? Only in this way can I show my true nature as a poisonous woman."

"Ah, don't, don't, Wangfei, Die'er knows she's wrong. Die'er will never dare to do anything wrong again." Wu Die'er was trembling all over, with her eyes wide open, staring closely at the sharp dart flying across her face , The tears rolled bigger and bigger, and gradually fell on the tip of Rumeng's dart.

"Don't dare again? You said the same thing last time. This princess spared you, but you still can't get rid of eating shit. You still came to provoke this princess's patience. How can you believe you if you call me this princess? You have no Here's the chance." Rumeng announced cruelly, with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Lian'er, Lian'er! It was she who encouraged me to laugh at you. Die'er didn't really want to despise the princess. Princess, I beg you to show your noble hand and let Die'er go this time. Die'er is willing to be an ox or a horse for you. Please. Please don't scratch Hua Die'er's face, don't break Die'er's hands and feet..." Wu Die'er broke down in sobs, tears of regret, her limp body was on the verge of falling.

"Lian'er?" Rumeng glanced at a group of trembling servants, and saw Lian'er, a maidservant in yellow clothes, trembling even more, Rumeng put down the dart on Wu Die'er's face, and walked slowly to Lianer's side.

Wu Die'er couldn't support her limp body any longer, and collapsed to the ground with a plop.

"Princess Yu, are you teaching the concubine a lesson, or are you taking your anger out on the innocent?" A man in white with a jade fan suddenly appeared to interrupt Rumeng's good show.

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