Before that, she had actually tried to break away from the broom that Yun Dieyi handed to her many times. She wanted to throw it away completely, but it seemed to be stuck to something. Every time she exerted more force, the skin on her palm would grow.
It hurt, so I had to give up.
Seeing the saint's playful appearance, Yun Dieyi smiled so happily that there was no limit to her joy.
She had accidentally found this kind of tree in the Lost Country before. The liquid squeezed out of the branches and leaves has great viscosity. It is much easier to use than modern super glue. It has not been put to use until now, and now it is suitable.
Its place.
In her opinion, the way the saint is holding the broom is like holding a straw staff that lifts up to the sky. It looks extremely weird. This is somewhat in line with the feeling of the Miao territory, and it is also competent.
Spokesperson.
The saint's face finally became more exciting than the palette, and she was ready to leave with the broom she couldn't get rid of.
Yun Dieyi seemed to have remembered something and said, "In the future, you will have to solve your food problem by yourself. If you are dull, I can give you some advice. Take your dowry out of the palace and go to the pawn shop, exchange it for silver and buy some dry food every day.
Gnaw.
If you really can't survive this kind of survival that only those who live in the open can choose, you can go to the imperial dining room and force them to prepare meals for you as a Miao saint..."
No one cares about the cold palace for a long time. She arranged the famous chefs hired from outside the palace to be here without registering them.
The people in the imperial dining room are so powerful that they look down on the cold palace. They have not been treated like passing the meal for a long time.
If the saint wants to eat, she should go and do it by herself. She, Yun Dieyi, is not responsible for such trivial matters, and she will not sit down and eat with her.
"You... don't go too far." The saint suddenly felt that Yun Dieyi was like a devil. Didn't the female training of Mi Country teach people to be tolerant and decent, skillful and wise? Is there any woman in the world who is as unscrupulous in doing things as she is in words?
Don't give others the slightest chance.
In fact, she didn't want to see Yun Dieyi at all, and she had never seen such an arrogant and calm woman.
But if she can't dine with the people in the cold palace, how can she get close to Mo Feijun and realize her plan?
Yun Dieyi looked at each other with indifferent eyes, and smiled like a trickle of spring water, "So what? And let me tell you, you don't actually have to clean the outside of the palace, but... I will let the servants clean the outside of the palace every morning.
Send the garbage to the palace where the emperor placed you.
If you still don't cooperate, I will find a way to make those garbage appear beside your bed and accompany you to a sweet dream."
It's her characteristic to go too far with people she doesn't like, and Cang Shu can't control it?
She had discovered a long time ago that this saint was proficient in Gu arts but not very good in martial arts. Would she be afraid?
Although she didn't know why Cang Shu had to marry Jun and Mo, there must be some conspiracy.
This kind of person should have been quarantined as a SARS virus and killed as a bird flu virus. Sympathy for her is just a waste of emotion.
The flames of hatred are burning in the saint's eyes, and the background behind her turning away is so full of hatred. The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the strong man's charm never returns once he is gone. The autumn is as cold as cold water, but her heart is burning like a flame.
, filled with anger.
The next day, after sleeping all night holding the broom that she couldn't break free from, she woke up from a nightmare and found that it was already dawn, so she politely refused to clean the main hall outside the cold palace, wanting to try what Yun Dieyi said.