Nine-year-old Little Demon Empress

"Damn bitch, bitch."

Leng Yue'er had a sullen face, cursing as she walked.The girl behind her lowered her head, not daring to breathe.

"You're dead." Leng Yue'er turned her head to look at the mouse-like girl behind her, and was furious.The damn cold bend actually transferred Qiutang to the laundry room, leaving her with no caring maid.

"Let's go." She blushed angrily, and glared at the timid girl angrily.

"Yes." The maid was wearing a light blue dress with a delicate face.A pair of eyes looked pitifully at Leng Yue'er, who was bursting into flames, and replied submissively.

"Hmph." Leng Yue'er flicked her sleeves, and slapped the nearby bushes vigorously, causing the green leaves to fall, leaving the ground in ruins.

After Yechen washed up, she changed into a crescent-colored robe, which fluttered on the floor and fluttered in the wind.Rumo's long hair hangs over her shoulders, still a little wet.The tall and tall body walked in the garden with lush flowers and trees, and even the beautiful courtyard scenery paled.

Leng Yue'er's originally angry expression froze when she saw Ye Chen, who is this boy?Her hair is like black ink, her facial crown is like jade, and her pair of purple pupils are as deep as a deep pool, which can seduce people's hearts and souls.The placket is slightly open, revealing the beautiful collarbone.Sexy and charming, even the ten-year-old's heart was pounding.Xiafei has a fair face, and he looks better than Brother Zhou.

Yechen's purple pupils glanced at the little girl who was staring blankly at her, expressionless.Looking left and right, this general's mansion is so big.Just now I forgot to ask where Miss Wanwan is?She bought herself, and he was her slave.Although self-respect does not want to be a slave, he also understands love.What's more, this Leng Wanwan is not like an ordinary child, he is very curious about her.Bypassing Leng Yue'er, he walked forward.

Leng Yue'er saw that the boy looked down on her, and her shyness turned into anger.

"Hey, stop." Pointing at Ye Chen, he shouted coquettishly.

Yechen turned his head and looked at her coldly, seeing her pampered face, a trace of disgust flashed in his heart, a young lady who doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

"Do you know who I am?" Leng Yue'er was happy to see Ye Chen looking at her.The little face is raised, full of pride. "I'm the eldest lady of the General's Mansion. You didn't greet me when you saw me."

"..."

Ye Chen hated this kind of arrogant and domineering young lady the most, and snorted coldly.Turned around to leave again.

"Hey!" Leng Yue'er couldn't believe it, he actually had such an attitude after knowing that he was the eldest lady.She stomped her feet, her braids trembling with anger.Watching Yechen's fading back, he couldn't help himself.

"Who is he?" Leng Yue'er murmured to herself, her eyes were full of anger, but she couldn't restrain herself from wanting to know his secrets.

"Miss Hui, I heard that he returned home with Miss Wanwan." The little girl thought that Leng Yue'er was asking her, so she quickly answered her.

"What?" Leng Yue'er was furious, "He was actually brought back by that bitch." No wonder the same tug.

The little maid lowered her head, enduring Leng Yue'er's anger.

"Let's go." Leng Yue'er said fiercely, pulling two handfuls of shrub leaves.

The little girl followed her, not daring to show her breath.

Yuyan Pavilion

The room was in a mess and devastated.

Mu Zhaoyun sat on the edge of the bed, her chest rising and falling.The anger in her heart did not subside with the movement of her hands, her exquisite makeup was a bit faded, she grabbed the brocade pillow with her slender hands and threw it on the ground.

"Damn you bitch, one day, I will definitely want you to look good." Thinking of her cold words, she was furious.A pair of glazed eyes were full of hatred, and his face became a little ferocious.Outsiders envy her for being the princess and the wife of General Zhenbei.Her husband's power is all over the world, but who knows her suffering?Now that the mistress of the majestic General's Mansion is being eaten to death by a three-year-old girl, what's the point of saving face?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, bang bang bang, another piece of broken porcelain all over the place.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Leng Yue'er just entered the room and saw the mess on the ground, and the mother was sitting there full of anger and continued to create this devastated scene.Originally, Yechen's anger for ignoring her turned into extreme surprise. When had she ever seen her mother behave like this?Skimming the debris on the ground, she cautiously walked to Mu Zhaoyun's side.

"Yue'er, why are you here?" Seeing the arrival of her precious daughter, Mu Zhaoyun's anger subsided slightly.But still frowning, with an expression of displeasure.

Hearing Mu Zhaoyun's question, Leng Yue'er remembered her purpose for coming.Immediately pursed her lips, coquettishly:

"Mother, just now Yue'er saw a very beautiful boy in the courtyard. He has a pair of purple eyes, like two purple gemstones." Thinking of Ye Chen's purple eyes, Leng Yue'er felt her heart It was pounding.The cheeks could not help but fly up to Hongxia, shy and timid.

"Really?" Mu Zhaoyun looked at her daughter's expression, feeling a little worried.It seems that Yue'er has fallen in love with that purple-eyed boy who only sees one side, but she is a golden branch and jade leaf.How can ordinary people be worthy of her? "When did a boy with purple pupils come to the mansion?"

"It was brought by that bitch." Thinking of Leng Wanwan, Leng Yue'er turned cold again.Why is that cheap girl always so lucky? Not only is her father doting on her now, but even this beautiful young man met her first.Not reconciled, my position was taken away by that cheap girl.

"Her?" Mu Zhaoyun was also resentful. After thinking for a while, she called out: "Prayer beads, rosary beads."

"The slave is here." A maid about 17 years old hurried in, and after seeing the mess in the room, a flash of understanding flashed in her small eyes, as fast as lightning.Just when others thought she saw it, she regained her composure.

"Ma'am, what are your orders?" She lowered her head respectfully.

"Go, find out what is the origin of that purple-eyed boy in the mansion?" Don't be the helper that that cheap girl finds, otherwise it will be even more troublesome.

"Yes." Rosary nodded and left.

"Mother, why did you ask Rosary to inquire about that boy?" Leng Yue'er was puzzled.

"Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be invincible in all battles." Mu Zhaoyun pulled Leng Yue'er to the side and sat down, stroking her head with his hand. "Yue'er, you are still young. There are many things you don't understand." Don't understand the dangers of the human heart, blindly willful will only hurt yourself.

"Mother, Yue'er understands." Leng Yue'er raised her small face, her dark and bright eyes were shining with strong hatred and unwillingness. "It's that bitch, that's why dad doesn't like me anymore. Even the people in the house look down on our mother and daughter. It's her, she stole everything from us. I hate her!" Leng Yueer's anger seemed The weeds that started the prairie fire were so raging that they seemed to burn everything.

Mu Zhaoyun was startled. When did her innocent daughter understand hatred?But what Yue'er said was right, it was that cheap girl who took everything from them.For the sake of herself and her children, she must get rid of that girl.With the vicious thought, Liuli's eyes shone with a strange light like the eyes of a poisonous snake.

"Ma'am." Rosary called out from outside the house.

"Come in." Mu Zhaoyun put away his sinister expression and said coldly.

The rosary came out according to the words, blessed, and said: "Return to Madam, the slave has already found out. The boy was bought by Miss Wanwan from the slave market." The general's three-year-old daughter went to the slave market to buy slaves. It has spread throughout Yaocheng, and everyone is talking about Miss Wanwan.

"Slave market?" Mu Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows, thoughtful.

"He's a slave?" Leng Yue'er shouted in disbelief, "How could he be a slave?" So noble, so indifferent, it doesn't look like a lowly slave.

"You don't go first." Mu Zhaoyun waved his hand, and the rosary left.

"Mother, that boy with purple pupils doesn't look simple, how could he be a slave?" Leng Yue'er held her mother's hand and retorted in disbelief.

"Maybe it's just Huang Zi." Mu Zhaoyun murmured, maybe that boy was the helper she found to help her take everything from them.

"Yue'er, do you really want that slave?" Mu Zhaoyun suddenly looked down at Leng Yue'er and asked.

"En." Leng Yue'er nodded, "He dares to ignore me like this, I must make him know what will happen if he offends me." The black eyes burst out with cruelty.

"Okay." Mu Zhaoyun's eyes deepened, "As long as you want something, my mother will take it for you." No one can take away things from their mother and daughter, and that bitch is the same.

The wind blows in from the outside, and the weft dances.Mu Zhaoyun's dark eyes pierced through the lattice and cast somewhere.