"Hey," her eyes lit up, "Maybe Yan Hao came back early today."
She stepped forward quietly, trying to give him a surprise. They have never missed the fun between husband and wife.
"Yan..." She was about to pounce on her, and she threw herself on Yan Hao as usual and asked him to carry her back, but what caught her eye was not Yan Hao's familiar green figure, but a strange, slender, and a body.
young woman with powdery smell.
"Who are you?" Qi You'er put down her hand, narrowed her eyes slightly, and intuitively disliked this woman who suddenly appeared.
"I..." The young woman was startled at first, but she quickly reacted and saw that she had charming eyes, rosy face, and even her figure was erect and her voice was
He was so cute that he couldn't stand it. In the eyes of men, he was also a top-notch.
But in Qi You'er's eyes, it's wrong. It's the eyes of any woman, and it's synonymous with vixen.
The woman looked up and down at Qi You'er, as if she was estimating whether she was her opponent. After seeing this, her red lips raised and she looked much different from the concubine Wu in the palace, but this one
I thought it was a beautiful country.
She said disdainfully, but she was jealous of Qi You'er's good skin. She had never seen such smooth skin, as white as milk. Didn't she say she was black, as black as charcoal?
, it's also ugly, but when I saw her today, to be honest, she was really shocked. This woman is not ugly, not ugly at all.
But even if she thinks so in her heart, she will never admit that the woman in front of her is outstanding than her
She straightened her tall breasts, "Sister is so polite."
Qi Youer pursed her red lips, "I don't remember my mother gave birth to a daughter like you. I only have a younger brother and no sister. And judging from the appearance of this aunt, she must be older than me."
The woman was blushed and her hands were tightly held, otherwise she might have really gone up and grabbed Hua Qiyou'er's face. She was only in her 29th year now, and she actually called her sister-in-law, she was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the
The aunt.
"Who are you?" Qi Youer asked again, approaching the woman with obvious smug expressions step by step.
"Ha..." The woman covered her red lips and laughed, "Sister was joking. No matter how old she was, her sister came in earlier than her sister. Naturally, she called out to her sister. Also," she twisted herself.
"My sister's name is Qiuhong, and it was handed to the Prime Minister by the emperor. From now on, I will serve the Prime Minister well with my sister. As soon as my sister entered the door, I will take care of everything more." After that, she turned around.
He bent down and blessed his lower body.
Qi Youer closed her eyes hard, what an emperor, she arranged a wife for him just a few months after she got married. She tried to hold back her anger and told herself to calm down.
When she turned around, she found that the picture she had drawn in the morning was thrown away as garbage. This was what she had been busy for nearly a night. This was her hard work, her achievements, who did this?
.
"Did you throw my painting?" Qi You'er's tone had already surged. She hurriedly went to pick up her painting, but Qiu Hong stepped forward, and a pair of small feet wearing embroidered shoes stepped on a painting, "I'm still
What do you think? It turns out that these ghost painting houses were painted by you."
The emperor is right, it’s just a village girl, so what kind of talent do you have to pretend to be a talented girl?
Qi You'er stared at her foot, and she had the urge to cut off this foot. Not only was she angry, but her heart also hurt. She broke into her home and scolded her.
I still have to walk on her painting now, is there any reason?
Her nose felt sour, and she raised her face so that she would not cry in front of this woman.
But, at this moment, a familiar footstep sounded behind her,
"You'er," Yan Hao called Qi You'er's name. As soon as he heard that she was back, he rushed over. Why, don't you come out to greet him?
As a result, not long after, Qi You'er really greeted him, but he was given a small face with tears in his eyes. Qi You'er rarely cried. Her heart was always surprisingly big and her tears were also very low.
But it doesn't mean that she won't cry. Sometimes, it's terrible if she starts crying.
"What's wrong?" Yan Hao's steps increased a little, stretched out his hand and hugged Qi You'er in his arms, carefully comforted him. When he looked up, he found that there was an extra woman in their room.
The woman was still stepping on a painting, which was just drawn by Qi Youer yesterday. She was proud of this painting for a long time. She said that she had great talent for design, but now her favorite painting is actually
I was trampled on the ground, but I was still a woman who came out of nowhere.
"Zhao Ye," Qiu Hong blushed when she saw that it was Yan Hao. Yan Hao's appearance was indeed fascinating. There were few women who could escape. They had a high position and a noble status and a good appearance.
There are very few people in the court. As long as Qiu Hong remembers that he will be his husband in the future, he will be extremely excited.
"Who are you?" Yan Hao asked the same question, while his hand was still patting Qi You'er's shoulders carefully, comforting her.
Qiu Hong looked at it with a shy look, and then said softly, "Prince, I am given to you by the Emperor, I am..." Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his chest, and then a while
The strange wind blew, and with a bang, she had already fallen at the door, even with the ugly ones.
"You..." Qiu Hong was stunned. Before she could finish her word, she heard Yan Hao's beautiful thin lips lightly open and spit out a cold and desolate word.
"roll!"
Then he swept his cold eyes, Qiu Hong only felt that his bones were frozen, and then the door was closed in front of her. She still lay there for a long time, her face was blue and white, and then she was again.
Red and purple, changing a lot of colors.
Yan Hao let go of Qi You'er, and then used his clean sleeves to fill the tears on her face, "I always see you heartless, but I feel strange for your husband. Don't you cry, now I want to come,
It's better for your husband to feel that you won't cry." He sighed, pulled her hand, then squatted down, picked up the painting on the ground, and patted it clean with his own hands. This is what
Put it on the table.
"It's okay," Yan Hao pinched her red nose, knowing that she was wronged, and she felt unhappy.
Qi You'er remembered her mouth and reached out to hug his waist. In fact, she had never thought about crying, but it was strange that she would never shed a tear in front of that woman.
When he happened to come, she couldn't help crying.
"Who told you to come? I won't cry if you don't come," she also pulled Yan Hao's clothes stubbornly.