The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Murong Canghai raised his hand and replied briefly, "The old lady is polite."

Although he was an uninvited guest, he must not be neglected. After Su Buqing considered it, he led the king of the North Court to sit opposite the four, six, and seven princes, on the same side as Concubine Zhen.

After taking his seat, Murong Canghai's evil eyes swept across Su Zicong's crippled right hand lightly, and an unnoticeable smile appeared from the corner of his lips.

Xuanyuan Qiche clenched his fists tightly on the table, the cup in his hand was trembling in the dark, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Murong Canghai calmly met his icy gaze, Xuanyuan Qiche was taken aback, his heart felt as if he had been picked by the point of a knife, the King of the North Court looked at him with murderous eyes, which made him a little out of breath .

He only had brief contact with Murong Canghai two years ago when he was ordered by the Crown Prince to go to the Daqin Palace to celebrate the birthday of the little Emperor Daqin. The two did not form any enmity. Why did he look at him so coldly?

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's eyes were focused on the King of the North Courtyard, Song Feiyan avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and secretly left the banquet scene. He took two maids and walked to the back garden. Su Baixi and Su Zicong saw each other and smiled at each other——

Ha ha ha.

The good show is about to begin.

Su Baixi picked up the sake in front of him and took a sip with an elegant and seductive posture.

With the appearance of the King of the North Courtyard, everyone at the banquet had their own concerns.

Only Su Yueming, from the beginning to the end, seemed not to have been affected in any way, completely stayed out of the matter, and still obediently listened to what the old lady said.

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"boom!"

With a sudden sound, the door of Yuming Garden was kicked open by two fierce maids.

The third aunt who was sitting in the room drinking the medicine stood up suddenly in fright, and the medicine bowl in her hand fell to the ground, and the bowl broke.

When the maid Xiang Qiao saw the person coming in, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in her heart, she stammered——

"Biao, Miss Biao."

However, Song Feiyan didn't care about Xiang Qiao's existence, she raised her chin, her eyes exuded a dangerous aura, and walked up to San Yiniang, looked at her contemptuously, and asked arrogantly——

"You are Su Yueming's own mother?"

Under the gaze of Song Feiyan, the always timid Third Aunt saw two maidservants with vicious faces behind her. She was so frightened that she shivered and curled up into a ball. Her face was pale, she was a little out of breath, and her mouth was agape. , but was too nervous and too scared to make a sound.

"Are you deaf or dumb? Miss Ben asked you something, why didn't you answer?" Song Feiyan stretched out his hand and pushed San Yiniang hard, cursing mercilessly like scolding a lowly slave Third aunt.

"I..." Big drops of sweat came out of Third Auntie's face, trembling, she said in an almost thin, inaudible voice, "Miss Biao, did Miss San do something wrong?"

Seeing that the third aunt was about to faint from fear, Song Feiyan couldn't help but feel extraordinarily enjoyable, feeling the pleasure of revenge on Su Yueming, she raised her hand and slapped the third aunt on the face.

This first slap was just dodged by Su Yueming!

"Slap!" Before the third aunt could react, she raised her hand and gave her a firm slap.

The second slap was stopped by Su Yueming's hand that was blocking her just now.

The three aunts who had been slapped twice had stars in their eyes and blood was dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Hmph, doesn't this little bitch dare to teach her a lesson?Then she will give all the little bitch's own mother what the little bitch should bear!