Cute girl Shura

Chapter 52 The Red Tower ([-])
"You want her?" Du's mother said in disbelief, "Zi Ling, she is a fool, she may not be useful in the kitchen. Put it by your side? No, no, I still don't worry, in case she dies one day It’s not necessarily about lifting your bed cover.”

Zi Ling looked at An Yao who was quietly playing with her fingers on one side at this time, her eyes were like autumn water.Chaodu's mother acted coquettishly, "Mom, give it a try. If I bother her, it's not too late to return her to you. Okay?"

Seeing that Du's mother still looked hesitant, Zi Zi also took a step forward, "Isn't it just a servant? Since Zi Ling likes it, why didn't Du's mother reward her?"

The eldest prince has already spoken, how could she shirk, so she forced a smile, "The eldest prince is right, Yao'er, why don't you come over and thank the eldest prince and Miss Zi Ling for their kindness?"

An Yao was dragged over again, and staggered into the eldest prince.

"Master!" Suddenly, a pair of defenseless little hands wrapped around his neck, and under Zi Ling's sore eyes, An Yao had already embraced Weiyang Zishen brazenly.

"Presumptuous!" There was only a roar, and before Zi Ling could go to separate them, An Yao had already been sent flying by his palm, and fell to the bottom of the empty table next to her.

What a shameless woman!He glared at An Yao who was suffering from pain on the ground, and then said gently to Zi Ling, "I'm leaving."

Looking at his back, Zi Ling's mouth curled up into a ecstasy smile, as long as he didn't remember.

Looking back at Mama Du, she said bluntly: "Mom, go and do your work, she will leave it to me."

"Okay." Before Mama Du left, she still cast a cold light on An Yao who was on the ground, "Hmph, you deserve it!"

An Yao touched the back that was worse in the snow, stood up with the chair beside her, and smiled brightly at Zi Ling: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

She obviously forgot how she was disgusted by the eldest prince just now, and now her eyes were full of admiration for Zi Ling.

"Follow me." Zi Ling didn't answer her words, and walked upstairs with absolute determination written on her cold expression.

An Yao, who was behind her, hurriedly followed.

Arriving at the room where she was, An Yao involuntarily sighed, "Wow... so beautiful, so fragrant!"

The fragrance here is not as vulgar as the house she lived in before, but the fragrance of flowers from the mountain valley, which is clear and hearty.

Lifting the curtain strung with pearls, and then looking at the furnishings in the room, one can see a six-foot wide bed of agarwood wood, with a crocodile twirled tent hanging from the edge, and crabapple flowers embroidered on the tent. It moves, like falling into a cloud mountain and a magical sea.On the couch, there are sapphire pillows, soft silkworm ice mats, and jade belts and quilts.It was even more luxurious than the big bed she slept in in Anfu.

"Pour me a cup of tea." Zi Ling sat down along the table and said to her.

"Hey?" An Yao turned her head, "Sister, did you call me?"

"Is there anyone else here?" Those eyes that were gentle to only one person now looked icy and cold.

Immediately, An Yao looked around, and then gave a "hehe" dry laugh, thinking that the fairy sister is really good, and she can pass the exam with just one word.

Then, she picked up the exquisite purple clay teapot on the table and poured it into the teacup Zi Ling handed over.

Accidentally, the tea overflowed and seeped into Ziling's fingertips.

An Yao was so frightened that she knocked over the teapot, and retreated to the corner conditionally, fearing that she would be beaten and scolded again for doing something wrong.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not a tiger, come here." Zi Ling didn't raise his head, fixed his eyes on the fingers that were gradually turning red, and blew carefully.

"Yes...I'm sorry, sister." An Yao moved towards her in fear, muttering in a low voice.

"It doesn't seem too stupid to know how to apologize for doing something wrong. Tell me, what's your name? Why do you call the eldest prince your husband?" She put the teapot back to its original place, and the movements in her hands never stopped .

"An... An Yao."

An Yao?It turned out it wasn't Du Yao.

"He is my husband-in-law, because he touched me!"

"Snapped--!"

Before An Yao could speak clearly, Zi Ling's sharp nails had already scratched her face. This palm really relieved the hatred from the previous life.

If it weren't for that nosy Du Yao, she and Zishen would still be like gods and immortals, living in the kingdom of elves.This palm is her own fault!
"Sister...Sister?" An Yao called out in confusion with bright watery eyes.

"Snapped--!!"

Another slap hit the same spot, and the finger marks were deeply imprinted on An Yao's fair face, expressing Zi Ling's mood of venting her anger.

It was her who made her search for more than ten years before finding him in this other world. How could the hardships and pains of these ten years be solved by one slap!
"I..." An Yao wanted to ask, what did I do wrong.

But before she could ask, the third palm sounded again. This time, blood flowed from her mouth, and the finger marks on her face even showed blood from fingernails, which was shocking.

"No matter who you are, from now on, you are not allowed to pester the First Prince, do you hear me clearly?!" The depressing voice accompanied her ears.

She twitched the corners of her lips slightly, endured the pain, and replied softly, "I see."

It turned out that it was because of the Eldest Prince. Could it be that the Elder Sister Immortal had also been touched by the Eldest Prince, that's why she wanted to rob her of the Eldest Prince.

Zi Ling got up and walked to the inside of the bead curtain, "I'm tired, you just sit here and wait for me to wake up, I'll call you if something happens."

"Yes."

Watching her charming and boneless figure enter the dormitory, An Yao's heart suddenly felt a pang of sorrow.

This is the first time that she realized her growth. It turns out that except for Anfu, anyone who dislikes her can beat her, scold her, and even she has no reason to fight back...

Holding Sisi's sore cheek, she looked out of the window and lost her mind, not knowing where Wen Xiang had gone and how long she was going to stay here.

Reaching out his hand to take out the jade from his clothes, fortunately the heavy rain yesterday did not pollute it, and it is still so fine and shiny at this moment.Satisfied, he stuffed it back, and the long-lasting bloodstains on his face no longer hurt.

"Miss Zi Ling, are you in the house?" Suddenly, there was a soft milky voice outside the door.

An Yao changed her posture, still staring out the window in a daze.

"Miss Ziling? Ziling..."

The door was opened, and what came into the eyes of the knocker was a woman whose face was swollen from beatings to make her fat. Her right face was twice as swollen as her left face, and her right eye was suppressed and squinted into a slit, showing a lazy look. With a loud voice, he said to him: "Why are you arguing, does it take time to open the door? My sister is still sleeping, if you shout again, I will throw you out!"

The visitor kept twitching the corners of his mouth, with a half-smile, "Girl, I'm afraid you are the one who was bombarded not long ago, look at your swollen face..."

The man covered his mouth and started laughing halfway through.

"You still don't leave. If you don't leave, I'll really hit you." An Yao imitated Du's mother's ferocity, wanting to show him some face, not wanting to tear the blood on the right cheek, and gnashing her teeth in pain.

(End of this chapter)