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20. Anger

But it couldn't quell the anger in his heart. It was a shame to be a dual-type three-star summoner.

"Xian'er, stop making trouble, you will only make yourself angry."

Faintly, a woman's voice came.

Aunt Su was wearing a rose red silk dress, with a small part of the neckline cut out, revealing her looming breasts. Her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willows, her eyes that were more charming than peach blossoms were very attractive, and her bright red lips were slightly raised,

"Mom, I'm not willing to give in. I want to kill that little bitch."

"Shut up."

Aunt Su tapped her fingertips on the porcelain cup in her hand and shook her head helplessly.

"Mom!" Feng Xian'er was stunned for a moment, then threw herself into Aunt Su's arms, crying miserably.

"Xian'er, although she is not favored, the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, if you don't open your mouth and shut up, you are a little bitch. If word gets out, it will affect your reputation. It's not worth it for a loser."

Feng Xian'er raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with tears: "Mom, if it weren't for her, how could we have become a joke to the maids and women in the house..." Her delicate voice revealed infinite grievance.

Aunt Su narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking that what happened in the deserted courtyard was so weird.

Xian'er fell into the water, and her buttocks were spanked by the maid. All this is not simple no matter how you think about it.

"Mom, it must be that little bitch who did it. Let's go find her to settle the score now..." Feng Xian'er's eyes were full of resentment. If she hadn't been a bitch, how could she and her mother have made such a joke.

Aunt Su patted Feng Xian'er and reprimanded: "Stupid, this matter is not that simple. Think about it, that little hoof has no spiritual power! If we go to find him like this without evidence, we will end up talking about it."

"What are you afraid of? That little bitch is not favored. Daddy doesn't think she exists at all."

Feng Xian'er didn't take it seriously at all, thinking that her mother was too timid.

Aunt Su smiled faintly and said enigmatically: "You have forgotten that King Qi is about to return to Beijing. I will arrange a good show to ensure that this loser and King Qi break off their engagement."

Although the King of Qi has never asked about Feng Baoer's life and death in the past ten years, this marriage contract was made by the Queen Mother.

Although the royal family has never interfered, it does not mean that it has ignored the engagement.

They have to take the initiative in order for the royal family to automatically terminate the engagement.

Only then can her daughter become Princess Qi.

Here the mother and daughter are discussing this matter in private. The second lady's yard is not as beautiful as the sixth lady's, but it has a different style.

You can see the lush green trees, brilliant flowers, and a clear stream flowing from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gaps. After a few more steps, gradually towards the north, it is flat and wide, with flying buildings on both sides, and carved and embroidered thresholds.

The twists and turns of half of the pool are filled with lotus flowers in bud, and the gentle breeze brings wisps of fragrance.

The cabinet is also very unique. The tables and chairs made of fine sandalwood are carefully carved with different patterns. Beside the window, there are several pieces of rice paper placed on the rosewood table, and there are several brushes and rice paper placed on the inkstone.

Above are several peonies in bud,

"Hmm~ Humph~" came the woman's groan of pain. It was Hong Dou. Although there were no scars on her body, she was whipped twenty times by some spiritual beast. This was not something to be taken lightly. The slightest movement would cause severe pain.

Feng Qing'er stood in front of the pear wood table, her eyes fixed on something, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Miss, I really didn't say those stupid things. These were all fabricated by the Fourth Miss to frame me."

Thinking that his injuries were all due to Feng Baoer, Hongdou gritted his teeth more and more as he talked. But it could not dispel the anger in his heart. It was a shame to be a dual-type three-star summoner.

"Xian'er, stop making trouble, you will only make yourself angry."

Faintly, a woman's voice came.

Aunt Su was wearing a rose red silk dress, with a small part of the neckline cut out, revealing her looming breasts. Her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willows, her eyes that were more charming than peach blossoms were very attractive, and her bright red lips were slightly raised,

"Mom, I'm not willing to give in. I want to kill that little bitch."

"Shut up."

Aunt Su tapped her fingertips on the porcelain cup in her hand and shook her head helplessly.

"Mom!" Feng Xian'er was stunned for a moment, then threw herself into Aunt Su's arms, crying miserably.

"Xian'er, although she is not favored, the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, if you don't open your mouth and shut up, you are a little bitch. If word gets out, it will affect your reputation. It's not worth it for a loser."

Feng Xian'er raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with tears: "Mom, if it weren't for her, how could we have become a joke to the maids and women in the house..." Her delicate voice revealed infinite grievance.

Aunt Su narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking that what happened in the deserted courtyard was so weird.

Xian'er fell into the water, and her buttocks were spanked by the maid. All this is not simple no matter how you think about it.

"Mom, it must be that little bitch who did it. Let's go find her to settle the score now..." Feng Xian'er's eyes were full of resentment. If she hadn't been a bitch, how could she and her mother have made such a joke.

Aunt Su patted Feng Xian'er and reprimanded: "Stupid, this matter is not that simple. Think about it, that little hoof has no spiritual power! If we go to find him like this without evidence, we will end up talking about it."

"What are you afraid of? That little bitch is not favored. Daddy doesn't think she exists at all."

Feng Xian'er didn't take it seriously at all, thinking that her mother was too timid.

Aunt Su smiled faintly and said enigmatically: "You have forgotten that King Qi is about to return to Beijing. I will arrange a good show to ensure that this loser and King Qi break off their engagement."

Although the King of Qi has never asked about Feng Baoer's life and death in the past ten years, this marriage contract was made by the Queen Mother.

Although the royal family has never interfered, it does not mean that it has ignored the engagement.

They have to take the initiative in order for the royal family to automatically terminate the engagement.

Only then can her daughter become Princess Qi.

Here the mother and daughter are discussing this matter in private. The second lady's yard is not as beautiful as the sixth lady's, but it has a different style.

You can see the lush green trees, brilliant flowers, and a clear stream flowing from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gaps. After a few more steps, gradually towards the north, it is flat and wide, with flying buildings on both sides, and carved and embroidered thresholds.

The twists and turns of half of the pool are filled with lotus flowers in bud, and the gentle breeze brings wisps of fragrance.

The cabinet is also very unique. The tables and chairs made of fine sandalwood are carefully carved with different patterns. Beside the window, there are several pieces of rice paper placed on the rosewood table, and there are several brushes and rice paper placed on the inkstone.

Above are several peonies in bud,

"Hmm~ Humph~" came the woman's groan of pain. It was Hong Dou. Although there were no scars on her body, she was whipped twenty times by some spiritual beast. This was not something to be taken lightly. The slightest movement would cause severe pain.

Feng Qing'er stood in front of the pear wood table, her eyes fixed on something, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Miss, I really didn't say those stupid things. These were all fabricated by the Fourth Miss to frame me."
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