The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 33: Don’t know who I am?

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Chapter 33 Don't know who I am?

"Eat a ditch and gain a wisdom... Where is Liu Xing? Haven't come back yet?" When Yao Mowan asked, Liu Xing hurriedly ran in from the palace gate.

"Liu Xing, see my mother!" After spending a few days in the palace, Liu Xing's ears also learned the rules of the palace.

"Get up, how are you asking?" When Yao Mowan looked at Liu Xing, his eyes always overflowed with distress. This man is too persistent, even if he knows that there is no result, he still pays without hesitation, like Liu Xing wholeheartedly Love, the first half of my sister's life, is happy.

"Hui Niangniang, the slave inquired from the steward Yao that the third lady and the young master had moved into Yao Xiang’s mansion, but the life was not easy. The older lady whipped the third lady at every turn, and did not have a good face to the young master, but Because of the master, I didn't do anything secretly, but it was a matter of time." Liu Xing reported all the news he heard from Yao Tu to Yao Mowan.

"Father doesn't care?" Yao Mowan frowned. For Su Muzi, she not only sympathized, but also felt a little guilt. If it wasn't for her own needs, their mother and son would not be exposed so quickly, and they would suffer less sin. . Like her mother, Su Muzi was threatened by her father to submit, and she was even more oppressed and bullied by the main room. She was too emotional and reasonable, and she couldn't just sit idly by.

"The lord may be due to the imperial concubine, so as long as the lady does not hurt the young master, she will open one eye to Su Muzi and close one eye." Liu Xing sighed.

"Master is like this! At first, he knew that the eldest lady had instigated Madam Gao to poison Madam, but he didn't care at all!" Liu Xing said, and immediately aroused Tingyue's anger. These were all senior maternal grandmothers when Chaifang was tortured. Mother said it herself.

"Ting Yue!" On one side, Liu Xing subconsciously stopped Ting Yue, fearing that Yao Mowan would be sad.

"It's okay, let's prepare for dinner, my palace is a bit hungry." Yao Mowan stroked Xuzi lightly, her red lips smiled softly, but her frozen heart became even colder.

"The slave is going." Liu Xing respectfully exited Guanju Palace and headed towards the imperial dining room.

Just after Liu Xing left, Ye Junqing suddenly appeared at the gate of Guanju Palace. The slanting sun shone on his face, as if coated with a layer of golden brilliance, making the originally handsome and unparalleled face even more invincible. Yao Mowan sometimes wonders why a person who has been on the battlefield all year round has such white and white skin. She was a little jealous.

"The slave and maid kowtow to Prince Su, please from Prince Su." Tingyue is still a little girl. At this moment, she can't stand the temptation to move to the gate of the palace, and she doesn't ask her if the master is willing, so she just does it. Invited Ye Junqing in. Of course, she can't blame Tingyue, even the fireworks girl who is used to seeing the wind and moon field can not resist Ye Junqing's charm, let alone Tingyue.

However, Yao Mowan noticed that the expression on Ye Junqing's face was not as friendly as Tingyue's. Sure enough, when Ye Junqing stepped into the main hall, he sternly ordered Ting Yue to leave.

"You go down first, this king has something to say to your master!" Ye Junqing said, and Tingyue stared blankly at Yao Mowan.

"You are guarding outside. Don't let anyone in without the order from the palace. By the way, take the flocculent out." Yao Mowan said, handing the cat into Tingyue's arms, she But I don't want the city gate to catch fire and cause the pond fish to suffer. Seeing Ye Junqing's posture, it seems to be infuriated.

It wasn't until the palace gate was closed that Yao Mowan got up lazily, walked to the table swayingly, lifted the celadon-glazed ice-cracked teapot, poured two cups, one was used, and one was pushed towards Ye Junqing's direction.

"Who are you?" The cold voice was filled with faint anger. Ye Junqing had no intention of tasting tea. He looked directly at Yao Mowan, waiting for her answer.