first concubine

Chapter 113 The Return of the Dead. 2
"boom."

With a muffled sound, Qiu Fengyi threw the pair of phoenix shoes at the screaming Yulan, hitting her in the face.

Not knowing if it hurts or not, Yulan covered her face and dared not say anything.

The pair of red phoenix shoes lay at her feet, under the dim candlelight, like a ghost who refused to leave, looking at her with a sly smile.

Yulan shuddered alive.

It was she who helped the young lady and broke Zhao Zishi's hamstring with her own hands.

This pair of shoes suddenly appeared, what does it mean?
Magnolia dare not think.

When she raised her head, she saw Qiu Fengyi's phoenix eyes wide open, shooting out a strange and cold light, as if she was staring at her, but it didn't seem to be looking at her at all.

It seems that someone is going to be eaten alive.

"Say, are you playing tricks behind your back?"

Qiu Fengyi's voice was full of restrained anger and unconcealable murderous aura.

Yulan's heart trembled, she knelt down and said aggrievedly: "Miss, how can you be a servant? The servant is loyal to you!!"

Indeed it wasn't hers.

And Qiu Fengyi naturally knew that Yulan and herself were grasshoppers on the same boat, and she participated in all the process of killing Zhao Zi.

Naturally, he would not use Zhao Zishi's name to scare her.

"It's not you, who is that?" Qiu Fengyi pursed her red lips, the red lips were full of bloodthirsty viciousness.

If she were to know who it was, she would be willing to cut him into pieces.

Yulan was silent for a while, looked up at Qiu Fengyi timidly, hesitated to speak: "Miss, could it be Princess Eleven..."

She was about to ask if it was the ghost of Zhao Zishi, the Eleventh Princess, who was causing trouble, but she was startled by Qiu Fengyi's lunar eyes flying over, and immediately closed her mouth.

Qiu Fengyi's face was immersed in the shadow of the candlelight, very gloomy.

The corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she gritted her teeth with hatred: "When she was alive, she couldn't beat me. What kind of storms can a dead person cause?"

Holding the bed curtain with one hand, he tore it vigorously out of resentment.

The white bed curtain was torn.

The bed curtain with a gap in it was swaying, revealing the hand of a slender man, the light was dim, and Yulan quickly lowered her head, as if she didn't see anything.

Yulan lowered her head and booed, but was reprimanded by Qiu Fengyi: "Go down and guard the door, don't let anyone in."

"Yes, Miss."

She knew that Qiu Fengyi had a secret and didn't want others to know, so she quickly went out with her head down, and closed the door tightly.

At the moment the door closed, a hand stretched out from the bed curtain. The hand was very beautiful, with delicate and smooth skin, and pale and slender knuckles.

It's a man's hand.

That hand slowly wrapped around Qiu Fengyi's waist like a poisonous snake letter, the movement was extremely slow, a little too leisurely.

Finally, he put his arms around her waist, covering her abdomen with his palms, teasing her gently.

"You, you, you are still so restless, it's just a prank, it's not a big deal."

The voice is gentle and sweet, with incomparable pampering.

When Qiu Fengyi heard this voice, the anger on her face became more intense.

But the tone is a kind of willfulness in front of the lover: "No, nothing related to her can be tolerated."

As long as it is related to Zhao Zishi, she will destroy it.

"Hey."

The man hidden behind the curtain sighed helplessly.

She said lovingly again: "Why do you have to be angry with a dead man?"

To him, Zhao Zishi is already dead, a dead person, not worthy of being so angry with his beloved woman.

(End of this chapter)