: 657 The Witch's Goal (8)

The other party didn’t see it. He stepped forward and kicked her waist with a contemptuous toe. The emperor came to call you."
"Emperor... Want to see this palace?" Qing Luan's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Yeah, be happy, maid, not good at studying yet." The woman pouted her lips, and there was a hint of contempt on her old face. The short stick in her hand poked Qingluan's shoulder, "Hurry up, we But there is no time to wait for you to make the princess's temperament, and you will not be able to complete the above explanation. Everyone will be punished. If you are affected by it, be careful that some grandmothers have peeled your skin."
The other wife standing next to her said, "It's just a captured captive. What else do I pretend to be? I groan and play the piano every night. Isn't it just to hook a few men and stay through the long night? Long Guangguo's The queen is no better than you Yang Binguo. The rules here are rules. There is a lot of ups and downs. Don’t think that you can do whatever you want with a beautiful face, hum. There are more beautiful girls."
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted a chorus. [
They greeted Qingluan with the most vicious language in the world, and hit her with all their might.
Poor witch, the insults in her life are not as much as this morning. Her face was red and her lips were trembling. She was so well educated that she didn’t understand how to attack others with words, especially obscenity. I've never heard of indecent terms again.
"Feng is here." A cry came from the courtyard gate.
Several wives stood in a row in panic, and two vigorously pulled up the blue luan, and whispered a warning, "Wait, don't talk nonsense, make the nymph angry, little bitch, even if we are punished, you will not end well. "
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