Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 108 Grinding Mirror (2)
Behind Zhijian Ling stood a woman prettyly, her long hair spread out like a cloud, like a graceful waterfall, her green skirt was loose and loose, and her waist was loosely rolled up, revealing a trace of snow chestnut, so gorgeous that people's ears are burning. A strand of black hair was twisted around her fingers, and she stepped forward, leaning dissolutely on Zhijian Ling's arm, giggling and saying: "Weaving Jianling, look at these maidservants, although their skin is a little yellow, All of them are pretty, ten times stronger than the previous ones, especially this one, you see, is stubborn."

After finishing speaking, he raised Kuyi's chin with one hand, and caressed her face teasingly, his fingertips were covered with red, fresh as blood, as if a force was about to scratch her tender cheeks.

A gust of fishy wind blew across the curtain, and the hall was filled with turbid smell, crushed between the cracks of the bluestone slabs, like a tangled vine curling around the neck, choking people nauseatingly.

Kuyi turned her face away in disgust, she firmly controlled her, and said coquettishly: "Why, would you rather be the weaver of Kuhaha than join us for fun?"

Kuyi looked at her with cold eyes, and smiled faintly: "I'm not a weaver, let alone a fodder for fun."

"It's a blessing to see you. Some people are not qualified enough to make materials." The weaving supervisor suddenly raised the silver moon stick in her chin, twisted Liu Yue's eyebrows and smiled charmingly, and there was an evil coquettish in the smile: "Huang Maid of leather, you guys go to wash and freshen up, change into this coarse cloth and put on our romantic clothes, it will be really fun to polish the mirror. Please, I don’t want to wait for a long time.”

Huanyan Shuisu was ignorant, and looked at Kuyi with wide and exquisite eyes, with a sense of inquiry.

The phoenix-eyed woman's pupils shrank, and there was a ray of regret between her brows.

Kuyi slowly pushed away the silver moon stick of the Weaving Supervisor Order, raised his eyebrows arrogantly, and said coldly: "The Weaving Supervisor Order is really good at making fun. Although it is good to polish the mirror, it is not as good as the true love between men and women! The Weaving Supervisor Order is so beautiful, why not deserve it?" If you are a beautiful boy, you are like a fish in water and a fish in water, and hiding here to learn from the upside-down phoenix is ​​nothing more than a little bit wonderful."

Huanyan Shuisu was originally a woman as smart as a lotus, she lowered her head in shame when she heard the words, she dared not look at the pair of flirtatious women again, when a woman in the Zhuo Mansion reaches the age of thirteen or fourteen, she must be married to a servant in the mansion Otherwise, according to the law of the Han Dynasty, the tax will be divided into five classes. If you are not married at the age of 30, the tax will be added to the fifth class, that is, you will have to pay [-] yuan a year. Yep.So the two stayed in the Zhuo Mansion since they were young, and never heard of what is called grinding mirror.

When I heard it, I realized that there is still a kind of dirt among women in the world, which makes people resentful and ashamed.

Outside the long and narrow window, there is a curtain of sunset, and the bright red halo all over the sky disturbs the soul.

Bitter barley was restless, while dealing with two frivolous and winking women, wave after wave of irritability swept over her body.

But saddened, the injustice between women and women has never been taken lightly.

The Weaving Superintendent stared at her lazily, with the snow-like light in his eyes, and smiled like a beast: "Maid, since you are here, I can't help you. You are all clever, and the ones I like have never been able to escape." Yinyue stick, keep your eyes open to see my stick."

The silver moon stick is shining as white as snow, except for the handle, the whole body is pierced with silver needles, no wonder the strange light makes people's eyes hurt.

Kuyi tightened Huanyan Shuisu and took a few steps back, her heart pounding, no one could bear this blow.

Unexpectedly, there is such a tragic instrument of torture in the majestic palace.

Ku Yimei's eyes were full of anger, and she carefully examined her, thinking about how to deal with it, the more anxious her heart became, the more half-hearted she became.

The weaving supervisor held up the silver moon stick and yelled, his red lips held a smile that he wanted to win, so dirty, so sour, like a burst of winter rain picking clothes and pricking the skin.

The woman in green scratched her head and posed, biting her blue hair, giggling coquettishly, and throwing a wink from time to time.

"Wait a minute, Lord Sanweng will come to interrogate us later. If the three of us are missing, I'm afraid that Lord Sanweng will interrogate you." Holding the silver moon stick to his ear, Kuyi shouted desperately.

Yinyue stick stopped slightly, with a suspicious look: "Interrogation? After entering here, is there still a way out? I have been in charge of this prison for several years, and I have never seen the masters have fresh energy."

"We were not from the royal palace. We were brought in by the prince by mistake. The Lord has seen the prince and confirmed our innocence, so he will naturally send us out of the city before dark. If you make fun of us, it is not for fun to annoy the Lord." Beads of sweat on the arm of Job's tears slid down the texture of the hand like water, soaking the palm of Huanyan Shuisu, making it impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

"Oh? Civil daughter? How dare you have a quarrel with the crown prince? It's considered bold and rebellious. No wonder Lord Weng imprisoned you! I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth, and think that Lord Weng will come to save you. Just dream! His sister and brother The most intimate thing is that even if the crown prince is at fault, he is still partial to each other, how can he decide with you, brat, follow me, if you don’t leave, I will make your life worse than death!" Zhijian Ling gave her an impatient look and sneered.

"The weaving supervisor's words are wrong. Although the Lord Weng is close to the prince, the king of Huainan governs by doing nothing. He respects people with virtue and does not allow the people to be harmed. Besides, the woman Fuying has already known the evil of the prince and is on her way to see Huainan. King, we will definitely send someone to pick us up. The Zhijian Ling has lived here for a long time, so he naturally doesn't know the power of the Jianghu "Qingyun Sword". There will be no one to let you go, and your life will be lost." Kuyi talked eloquently, neither humble nor overbearing, she straightened her back, looked up at the disgusting Weaving Prison Order, and wanted to vomit in her heart.

(End of this chapter)