"Miss Miao's broken hand at the birthday banquet has not healed yet, and now she can't wait to stretch out her hand to get beaten."
Ye Qingluo's clear voice was teasing: "Could it be... Ms. Miao fell in love with the pleasure of having her wrist broken?"
Yan Xiaoyi and the others laughed louder when they heard this.
Miao Rongrong only felt humiliated, her whole face flushed.
She looked at Ye Qingluo's eyes, full of deep hatred.
However, when turning to Emperor Moxuan.
But turned into love, and grievance.
Ye Qingluo naturally saw Miao Rongrong's eyes.
She couldn't help chuckling, and between her brows and eyes, there was a sneer that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Ye Qingluo said that she really didn't understand Miao Rongrong.
It's all come to this point.
Miao Rongrong is still confident, trying to seduce Emperor Moxuan over and over again
Although, Ye Qingluo was very reassured about her man.
but…
There is such an annoying fly, which keeps scurrying around.
Also came to harass from time to time.
Still annoying.
They laughed and laughed, but they didn't show any face to the Miao people.
Miao Yixiong's complexion became darker and darker.
Miao Rongrong clenched her hands into fists, with anger floating on her face.
But soon, she restrained all her emotions.
She took a deep breath, and changed the expression on her face into a pitiful and aggrieved one.
Immediately, he supported his injured hand with one hand, and wept aggrievedly: "My lord, Rongrong just wants you to taste the cakes made by Rongrong herself... These cakes are made with all of Rongrong's heart. Made...contains Rongrong's heart..."
Miao Yixiong immediately answered: "Yes, before dawn, Rongrong got up to make cakes for Lord Emperor, from the ingredients to the handwork, to the fire... everything was done by Rongrong herself... These are all made by Rongrong. What kindness to Lord Emperor Zun!"
"Puchi..."
Another laugh came from Ye Qingluo's mouth.
She lifted her eyelids lazily, and sneered: "Just now, didn't the Miao patriarch say that this pastry is for 'us' to taste? Why did it become...a pastry specially made for Ah Xuan? ?”
Miao Yixiong's face darkened, and then he explained in a panic: "Yes... I specially gave it to everyone to try."
"That's good." Ye Qingluo sat up straight from Emperor Moxuan's arms.
While nodding in satisfaction, he adjusted the expression on his face to be extremely delicate and arrogant, with a look of being pampered and proud: "I am very jealous, so I don't see other women pestering my family, Ah Xuan. endlessly."
As she spoke, she seemed to inadvertently rolled up the blue hair on her shoulders, and leaned into Di Moxuan's arms.
"As for me, my methods are very cruel to those little sluts pestering my family's Ah Xuan... Miss Miao is such a beautiful and beautiful girl, don't take it too hard."
Miao Rongrong's delicate body trembled.
Thinking of Ye Luo's strength, and the poison that Ye Luo had cast on him.
His complexion also gradually paled.
Miao Yixiong eased the atmosphere with a dry smile: "Of course... Of course, we all know that Lord Dizun has a special favor on Miss Ye."
He was talking.
On the one hand, the word "single favorite" is emphasized.
Miao Rongrong thought of her plan with Miao Yixiong, clenched her fists, and soon the seriousness was filled with a thick mist, with a delicate and wronged look: "Miss Ye...you misunderstood, I just... I just admire Lord Emperor Zun, and I didn't think about pestering him endlessly..."