Chapter 8 Conspiracy
A black line fell on his forehead.
Little girl, you must put out the fire before you can leave, right?
"In an hour, I want to see all the details of this girl." Ye Zhongyuan hooked his lips with interest and ordered. He stroked his fingers, and the soft light flowed out of his hands presumptuously, and the honey was raised. Quit instantly.
Fu Jiu respectfully said: "Yes, master!"
This was the first time in his life that the master who was very clean was interested in women, and she was still an ugly woman.
Well, he can't speculate about the master's taste.
Fu Jiu just vaguely felt that this master who killed the world and hated women so much, and who was close to him, had changed.
The night is as cool as water.
Emperor Fuyao walked leisurely to the remote and desolate west garden.
In the west garden, there was originally a shabby small penthouse for her to accommodate, but was later snatched by Di Fuling to be a nest for breeding hamsters. The original owner was driven to the pigpen and ate and slept with the pigs. Years of bearing the burden of life.
This nasty breath, from now on, instead of the original owner, she will double it back to Di Fuling bit by bit!
When came to the west garden, the level of dilapidation was more astonishing than she thought, the standard system of a poor kiln.
The west garden was originally a place where the imperial family piled up sundries. Very few people usually stepped into it. The weeds in the courtyard are almost half a person tall. Snakes and rats are nests, poisonous spiders are rampant, and wooden beams are even more so The world of poisonous insects and ants.
Emperor Fuyao opened the door, and in an instant, the dust was flying, and a huge mouse fell on her head. She strangled and threw it behind her without changing her face, and strode into the room.
The walls in the pitch-black room are almost completely obscure.
A simple wooden bed with a quilt so dirty that the original color cannot be seen, and two hand-woven straw stools, and then gone...
Oh, of course, the poop of the hamsters all over the floor cannot be omitted, maybe even Di Fuling disliked this place and left with her beloved little pet.
"Wufu, the poor people's kiln is richer than here, right? It doesn't fit the identity of Lao Tzu at all!"
The original owner was insulted in the past, and the fragments of living a life not as low as a mouse flashed through Di Fuyao's mind. She suddenly became angry and the consequences were serious!
boom……
She kicked the poor wooden bed in half, glanced at the dilapidated west garden, Di Fu walked out without looking back.
I thought that West Garden would allow her to rest for a night compared to a pigpen. Who knows that the two places are comparable, it seems that she can only rest in another place.
Di Fuyao's keen eyes turned sharply, and suddenly he thought of a good place that would allow her to replenish her energy for the night.
Baixiangyuan.
In the bright and majestic hall, Di Fuling looked at the woman with her back to her and sitting on the futon reciting the Buddha, and complained angrily, "Mother, today the little maid was so ambitious that she dared to beat her daughter. !"
This woman is the eldest lady Di Yaotian is marrying, Yunshi, also called Di Yunshi.
"Fuling, when your father comes home tomorrow, he will check the progress of your cultivation. If you don't concentrate on cultivation, you are going to provoke that girl and want to be scolded by your father?" Yun Clan helplessly put down the scriptures and turned around to look. Di Fuling, who was covered in blood, was immediately shocked and speechless.
Obviously, she only thought it was a small fight, but it was so serious that her whole body was wounded, and her skin was broken in some places, not to mention how terrifying.
Yun Clan was born with a compassionate face. At this time, seeing his daughter's body soaked with blood and wounds, the compassionate face also became extremely gloomy.
"Mother, you have to call the shots for your daughter, and drive the little maidservant Di Fuyao out of the emperor's house!" Di Fuling gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"Fu Ling, listen to my mother, now go back to the room and have a good rest, tomorrow my mother will definitely seek justice for you!"
A good daughter was beaten up, and Yun's heart was distressed, and a gloomy ray flashed through his eyes.
In the night, a slender and petite figure dexterously shuttled, and no one had noticed her weird teleportation speed. If there is an expert, you might be able to see that this person is Emperor Fuyao.
heard that the lady who lives in Baixiangyuan eats fast and reciting Buddha all year round. It is very quiet there, just enough for her to rest overnight.
"Mother, the little maidservant seems to have changed people, don't mention how vicious it is, how are you going to deal with her?" Di Fuling asked suspiciously.
Yun Clan sneered, his eyes stained with disdain: "The little maid born from a lowly embryo, why waste your mother's clever means, just need Fuling you to stand in front of your father tomorrow, and you don't believe that the stinky girl has good fruit! "
"Yes! Daddy spoils me so much. If he sees me hurt, he will definitely not let Di Fuyao's cheap maid!" Di Fuling's eyes lit up, and his smile was all over his face, as if he saw Daddy clean up Di Fuyao, and then She drove out of the beautiful picture of the imperial family.
"Ha ha."
The Emperor Fuyao on the silver laurel tree outside the hall heard the conspiracy of the two vicious mother and daughter without missing a word.
The amber-like transparent eyes flashed, and the lips formed a light but extremely bloodthirsty arc.
What a little bitch, she hasn't found her yet, and she can't help making a fool of herself, right?