Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

When she came to the kitchen door, Mrs. sun looked back at Feng Ruyan. That look was thanking Feng Ruyan for saving her grandson.

Feng Ruyan thought to herself, you'd better thank Master Wuji. If it weren't for master Wuji, let alone save the child, even Feng Ruyan might be in big trouble.

When she left, master Wuji also said a word to her and told her not to catch demons without authorization recently.

Feng Ruyan knows that her skills are not good enough. For those demons who have practiced for more than 500 to 1000 years, she can't do it.

Of course, this does not mean that she doesn't have to catch the demon, but that she should inform him with a voice bracelet and let him catch it.

She didn't think about these concerns, but master Wuji thought of them. Feng Ruyan knew it was to protect her and her divine consciousness was not destroyed.

The brain also suddenly remembered those words and thought for a while. Feng Ruyan didn't notice that song was staring at the kitchen door.

Mrs. song looked at it with her eyes. Mrs. sun, who was scared to hide, quickly flashed into the kitchen.

Never dared to show up again.

"Cheap."

Mrs. song snorted coldly. She's really inexperienced. This girl is like a prick. They're afraid of her. She won't give her a good face.

At least she is a knowledgeable mother, who has been in the Marquis house for decades, and has some power in size.

Which servant girl is not respectful and polite when I see her.

Only this dead girl not only doesn't listen to her, but also often works against her.

Today, these rude women are still allowed to see jokes. Where does her old face go?

The more you think about it, the more angry you are. Why don't you give this girl some color today? She really doesn't know what her temper is like song Ruhua. She is a servant girl and has no backing behind her.

Even though her young lady is the third lady of Hou's house, she can't be spoiled. She really doesn't dare to clean her up?

Then Mrs. song crossed her waist and stared at Feng Ruyan, "you dead girl, don't go back to work. What are you looking at in this backyard?"

Feng Ruyan looked indifferent and ignored Mrs. song. She didn't have anything next to her. Why did she scold her again?

"Dead girl, I'm talking to you. What did you do that day?"

Feng Ruyan raised her head, narrowed her eyes slightly and said carelessly, "Song Ma, did you hear something calling in the sky?"

Feng Ruyan said very seriously, her eyes have been looking at the sky, with her little hands on her back.

Mrs. song was stunned and looked at the sky, "what do you mean? There's nothing in the sky."

"Listen, a big old quack is barking."

Mrs. song looked up again. Her neck was sore and she didn't see anything.

Then I saw Feng Ruyan chuckling there. She suddenly reacted. Dead girl, this is about her!

She dared to make fun of her. Mrs. song raised her hand to beat Feng Ruyan and scolded, "little bitch, dare to play tricks on my mother. I won't kill you."

Feng Ruyan dodged and gently hid to one side. Mrs. song's clumsy body threw herself into the air.

Almost fell on the woodpile, stood straight, turned back and stared at Feng Ruyan, "do you dare to hide?"

"Joke, if you don't hide, are you still waiting for you to fight?"

As soon as Mrs. song pulled her old face and shouted at Feng Ruyan, "you dead slave, dead girl, dare to play tricks on my mother. I won't tear your mouth today."

Mrs. song was panting and red eyed. She picked up a piece of wood with thick arms on the firewood pile and rushed towards Feng Ruyan like a mad dog.

No matter where Feng Ruyan is, she will chop her face when she comes up.

Feng Ruyan is like this every time. Is she so easy to bully?

Feng Ruyan said a word with spiritual knowledge: drop the stick.

Then the stick fell to the ground with a clatter.

Mrs. song was stunned. Looking at the stick that fell to the ground, she took it well. How did it fall?

Didn't you hold it?

Then he picked up the medicine, and Feng Ruzhou said with spiritual knowledge: I can't take it.

Mrs. song bent down to pick up the stick and caught the wooden stick, but she couldn't pick it up. It was as if the stick had touched the ground. Mrs. song was stunned and sweating on her head.

Then Feng Ruzhou took a step forward, bent down, Lai gently picked up the stick, then threw it at the firewood pile behind, turned around, clapped her hands, looked at Mrs. song and said, "song, you should find out that although I am the calling girl around the third lady, I can't be controlled by you except the master and wife. Don't you think you are too wide?"

"You..."

Mrs. song was stunned. She couldn't even hold a stick. She was also pushed by the girl.

Mrs. song bited her teeth fiercely and raised her hand to beat Feng Ruyan. How could Feng Ruyan let her fight.

He grabbed the big hands waving at her very quickly, "Song Ma, why do you beat people?"

Mrs. song, who was held by Feng Ruyan's wrist, cried out in pain.

Grinning at Feng Ruyan, "dead girl, you're tired of living, don't you dare to beat people."

Feng Ruyan blushed and smiled coldly, "you wanted to hit me. What did I do wrong?"

She screamed as if she had really hit her. She just grabbed her wrist. If she really tried hard, her bones would be broken to pieces.

"You let go of me, let go."

Mrs. song's painful mouth was crooked. She felt that her bones were going to be broken when she was caught by Feng Ruyan. She secretly shouted: is this dead girl's hand a pair of pliers? It looks thin, but the strength is not small.

"Did you hit me first?"

"Yes, I'm going to hit you. You let go."

Feng Ruyan looked at Mrs. song with a twisted face and smiled in her heart. As soon as she released her hand, Mrs. song almost fell to the ground.

Mrs. song, who took a few steps to stand still, had an old face red with pain, covered her red wrist and said angrily, "you dead girl, I'm at least the general mother of the Hou house. If I don't believe it, I can't take care of you."

Then he wanted to come over and start with Feng Ruyan, but when he came to her, Feng Ruyan stared at her, "Song Ma, you still want to hit people. Don't you want your hand?"

Mrs. song subconsciously touched her wrist. Seeing the anger in the little girl's eyes, she was afraid and stepped back again and again.

Feng Ruyan snorted coldly. She hasn't exerted herself yet, but it's enough for her to eat and hurt for a while.

Mrs. song just bullied people too much, raised her hand and hit them, and she didn't do anything wrong.

Even if I teach her a lesson this time, I'll see if she dares to beat her in the future.

It's time to go back to Zhuyun Pavilion. She doesn't have time to quarrel with her here.

Feng Ruyan turned and left the backyard.

After taking a few steps, I heard a cry from the back, "what are you looking at, mixed goods one by one, waiting for me to show you some day..."

What's next? Feng Ruyan can't hear it and doesn't want to hear it.

Give her some color today. She doesn't like her for a long time.

He swaggered in front of the servants, relying on the trust of the first lady behind and the second lady behind to support her.

They often beat and scold the servants, and play prestige in front of the servants. They don't treat these servants as people at all.

So arrogant, no one dared to say it to her face.

Those caught by her dare not defend even if they are not wrong.

This time I pushed her and couldn't tell how I hated her in my heart.

However, Feng Ruyan is not afraid of her. There is no door to bully her.

After eating, Mrs. song watched Feng Ruyan leave, full of hate and nowhere to vent.

Frowning, she looked down and saw a basin of unwashed clothes on the ground. She kicked hard and the clothes in the basin scattered all over the ground.

Then he felt relieved of his anger, stomped his foot, and looked at the kitchen with vicious eyes: everyone hid like a dead man, didn't come out to help her, watched the excitement and watched her jokes inside. She was not easy. Can you still be better?

Waiting to show them one by one.

Mrs. song left the backyard with a cold hum.

Feng Ruyan, who left ahead and had reached the crescent door, heard someone talking opposite when she came to the door. She didn't feel that she slowed down. It was a man talking.

It sounds like the voice of lengqiu, "master, you'd better wear gold armor?"

"No." Zhou Mohan resolutely rejected lengqiu's proposal.

"This thing is not heavy to wear. It's very light and doesn't affect..."

"No."

Zhou Mohan looked at lengqiu with disgust, "take it back."

"My men think..."

Zhou Mohan stared at lengqiu with cold eyes. Lengqiu was staring at his hair and didn't dare to look at it. The remaining words just choked back.

"My men will take it back."

Lengqiu was not willing to be sent away by the master, but he didn't dare to persuade the master any more. He had to run back to wuxuanzhai quickly to put the golden armor away.

Zhou Mohan looked at lengqiu's fast running back and smiled. The boy won't stop until he gets angry with him.

Every time he was with the third prince, he would talk about it for a long time.

He knew that lengqiu was for his good, but he was ordered by the third prince to protect his safety. Sometimes, even if he knew, he wouldn't say much or misunderstood the third prince because of his words and deeds.

This afternoon, he will accompany the third prince to Qingfeng pavilion to study.

The third prince has been following the hermit to learn the way of being a king and how to govern the world.

Learning is always a good thing. Moreover, the third prince is diligent, eager to learn and thirsty for talents. I didn't know where to find out about the hermit years ago. Now he is teaching in Qingfengge.

Since then, he has been learning Confucianism with him.

But the third prince found the hermit secretly, so he told him to be careful about his whereabouts and not let anyone know.

Of course he won't tell anyone about it.

Only he and lengqiu know.

The mysteries are just as lengqiu worried, but he will not change his heart to the third prince because of what he is afraid of.

Nor could he be understood by a Lord.

He is only responsible for protecting the safety of the third prince. He doesn't want to know anything else and won't participate in it.

As long as you protect the third prince, you will be the silent support for the third prince.

Nothing else, just to be loyal to your heart.