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Chapter 35: Otherwise, how can you climb up to the position of concubine?

She would never suffer any loss, and of course she couldn't swallow this at this moment and giggled: "Madam, you have a good appearance. Otherwise, how could you climb to the position of concubine? If it's better, I'm afraid I'll sit in the position of the side princess. Oh, I want to call you "The Princess..."

Her words were extremely sarcastic. Feng Qianyu raised her eyebrows slightly, and a touch of interest flashed in her watery eyes.

The Yun Moyao was ridiculed by a little girl in front of so many people, and her face turned red with anger: "Rareless! You stinky girl still think you are a princess? You are just a humble servant now, how dare you talk to your master like this?"

Long Fuyue sighed in her heart: "Oh, I thought she was a generous and generous female hero, but she turned out to be a big-breasted and brainless..."

She deliberately looked innocent: "Why, what I said is wrong? Mrs. Yun, are you not a concubine? Are you a princess? Oh, that's just that Xiao's saying it is wrong, I'm sorry."[

"you!"

Now, Long Fuyue completely stepped on her painful feet. The lady Yun finally ran away. She flashed and suddenly rushed over. She slapped Long Fuyue's little face, trying to print a five-finger mountain on her little face, and apply a ray of redness to the bleak dark yellow of autumn...

She was carrying martial arts and was extremely fast. Long Fuyue was startled and it was too late to hide. The right way was to be bad. A white shadow flashed in front of her, and she didn't see him acting. She grabbed Yun Moyao's wrist with a casual grasp. According to Long Fuyue's eyes, Yun Moyao's white little hand was only one centimeter away from her little face...

This distance of only a centimeter saved her little face. However, the rushing palm wind still made her face hurt. I couldn't imagine if this palm was slapped firmly, would her face immediately turn into a pig's head...

Feng Qianyu's face was as deep as water and said coldly; "Mo Yao, don't you feel that you have lost your identity when you fight with a servant?"

Yun Moyao's wrist was so painful that he was grabbed by him. When she heard his words, she was slightly stunned. She thought that Feng Qianyu blocked her palm and intended to protect this girl. But after hearing what he said, she finally found a step to step down.
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