Raiders of the Empress: My Empress is Too Small

Chapter 451 You Are Really a Deserter
At this time, there were more than a dozen people in the store, all dressed in black and blue cloth, followed by a man in a lake blue satin. The man was about twenty years old, and he had a good face. There is always a breath of calculation and treachery in the monk.

Mingyou glanced lazily, holding the folding fan in his hand, and immediately understood that this should be Ming He's useless son, Ming Shuang.

The people hired just now are not very popular, and he has long been hiding under the old counter and shivering.

The corner of Mingyou's lips curled up, trying to unfold the folding fan, but with too much force, the folding fan flew to the ground with a swipe.

"." Mingyou failed to play handsome, so he could only pick up the fan with a calm face, knocked on the palm of his hand, and glanced at Mingshuang, "Are you here to buy something?"

"Are you blind?" The servant behind scolded impatiently, "Just you with a broken stool and broken chair, can you let our young master set foot?"

Mingyou was not annoyed, and smiled slightly, like a spring breeze in March, "Say I'm blind, are you blind, and you can't even tell if I'm blind? If you don't come to buy something, get out, our shop won't accept you."

Mingshuang felt that her outline was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.There is still such a handsome man in the imperial city?
Even though Mingshuang is a man, he has to sigh that this sissy really has a very delicate face, if it were on a woman, wouldn't it be alluring and beautiful?
"You dare to grab the site that I like?" Ming Shuang's face was arrogant and domineering, with disdain in her eyes, as if she could break her thin body with a stretch of hand.

"Oh, the house deed and land deed of this shop are all in my hands, but when did I become your property?" Mingyou pretended not to know.

These words made Mingshuang's face turn blue, did he pretend to be stupid?
"Do you know who our son is?" The boy behind him bared his teeth and claws, still holding a stick in his hand.

"I don't know." Mingyou remained calm.

"This is our son Ming, the eldest son of Prime Minister Ming, are you afraid? No one in this imperial city dares to offend our Prime Minister Ming's residence."

Mingyou was surprised, nodded, and played with the fan in his hand, "So you are the ineffective young master of the prime minister's mansion? Everyone in this imperial city knows everyone. I heard that Mr. Ming is in the barracks?"

Then he knocked on his forehead with a fan, pretending to be enlightened, "I almost forgot, Mr. Ming went to join the army a few years ago, and he escaped before the customs here, and now he is naturally in the imperial city inside."

He smiled pretending to be apologetic, "I hope Mr. Ming will forgive me, but the news about us ordinary people is not so circulated." He said sorry, but there was no apology at all, more like sarcasm.

How could Mingshuang bear this kind of ridicule, her face turned green and pale, although what she said was true, no one dared to say that in front of him.

"I think you are looking for death, smash it for me, smash it all, I want to see who dares to touch the thing I fancy." Mingshuang gave an order, and the servants who followed smashed it everywhere.

Mingyou looked like he was watching a play, as if he hadn't smashed her things, and was even a little excited.Deliberately adding embellishments, "Young Master Ming, although my words are not pleasant, they are indeed telling the truth. You are indeed a deserter."

When Mingshuang heard this, she almost fainted from anger, pointed at her and said, "Slap this sissy together, to death."

(End of this chapter)