Demon, she is handsome and pretty

Chapter 30: Cloudy temples, beautiful faces and golden steps (7)

National Teacher's Office.

The full moon is like a silver plate, sprinkling a clear light all over the place.

A young girl stood in the yard, looking at the attic in the distance, her face was full of resentment, "Today is the Ghost Festival, and it is her death day."

The maid beside her disdainfully persuaded, "Miss, you are the princess, why bother to get angry with that bitch?"

The girl's expression became even more unwilling, and she gritted her teeth bitterly, "The ghost will linger even after death, I want to see how long she can be proud."

Yu Hanyan is the daughter of the former national teacher. Her father died in the self-explosion during the siege of the demon king. Emperor Zhenwu made her the princess in compensation.

A year ago, Feng Morong, who had a mysterious background, became a national teacher.His demeanor and his elegance made her fall in love with him immediately.

But he heard that he was already married, and his wife also died in the magic palace that year.

Yu Hanyan always thought that with her talent and looks, Feng Morong would soon fall in love with her and completely forgot about that bitch.

Unexpectedly, he actually made the whole family vegetarian today and locked himself in the room.

A slut with a lingering soul, who is restless even after death.

The maid also scolded the slut in her heart, rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "Why don't you go and tell the national teacher that you are seriously obsessed with practicing kung fu, and your life is hanging by a thread waiting for him to rescue you?"

Yu Hanyan's eyes lit up, "That's a good idea."

She wants to see whether it is the person who has been dead for six years or her who is alive.

The maid ran all the way to Feng Morong's residence, pretending to be out of breath, crying out of breath, "Report to the national teacher..."

"Didn't anyone tell you not to make noise when anything happens?" Xuanwu, who was guarding the door, jumped on his forehead, and quickly covered her mouth with his hand and dragged her aside.

Today is the anniversary of my wife's death, and the master will always look at her portrait in the middle of the night, and don't disturb her when the sky falls.

The maid purposely raised her voice and cried miserably, "I know this, but our county master is in danger of going mad after practicing kung fu, please help me."

As soon as the words finished, Feng Morong's gentle voice came from the room, "Then let her die."

The maid was stunned, and knelt down with a 'plop' and cried bitterly, "Master, my princess has been with you for so long, can't it be compared to that dead bitch..."

She was used to scolding behind her back on weekdays, and when she realized it, she blurted out, Huarong paled in fright and kowtowed, "No, that's not what I mean..."

"Shut up." It was too late for her to take it back, Xuanwu's face turned black instantly, and he covered her mouth.

For so many years, the master is most jealous of someone saying that his wife is dead in front of him.

This maid not only said it, but even brought a bitch with her, it's really too much life...

"Hehe, bitch? Is this how you usually scold her?" Feng Morong laughed in a low voice after hearing this, and her tone was so gentle that she was ecstatic, "Xuanwu, let her know what a dead person is."

"Hmm..." The maid suddenly widened her eyes, and her pupils were instantly filled with panic.

"Yes, master." Xuanwu didn't give her any chance to speak out, and directly knocked her unconscious and threw it to the guard next to her, "Clean it up."

In the brightly lit room, Feng Morong smiled slightly listening to the movement outside.

Lifting it up gently, stroking the portrait in front of her with a gentle hand, "Ah Jiu, you are His Royal Highness Mozun who is so powerful in the world of spirits, how could you die so easily?"

The portrait shows a beautiful woman in a red dress, with a high bun, a plum blossom in the center of her brow, and long hair hanging down from the bun.

She is holding a small snow-white beast in her hand, her amber eyes are full of aura, and each person and beast are so vivid that they seem to be able to walk out of the painting at any time.

(End of this chapter)