"Your Majesty, this villain is a low-class person and has no way to teach his children. Please don't blame me, Your Majesty!"
These words of genuflection made Yu Wenhao stunned for a moment! After the round just now, he concluded that this woman was not a fuel-efficient lamp.
"Why do you say that?"
Is she, the granddaughter of General Zhenyuan, a low-class person? This is the best joke he has heard this year. If that old guy hears it, I am afraid that even if she is favored again, she will inevitably suffer physical pain!
"Your Majesty, listen to the villain tell me one by one. This is a very long story. Five years ago..."
Then in the next hour, Huo Aorou showed her talent comparable to that of Qiong Yao, surpassed Jin Yong's clichés, and successfully created a flesh-and-blood Jianghu love story, a heart-warming story of a pitiable Jianghu woman who was tragically betrayed.
The image of a tragic bitch-blooded pig woman abandoned by someone else!
The maid on the side burst into tears when she heard this, wiping a handful of bitter tears over her experience!
Huo Xiaofu knelt aside and listened with great interest. He didn't expect that his mother's personal letter said it was so good. It was much better than what the old men in the teahouse said. If only they could have melons, fruits, tea, soft couches, etc. to serve them now.
, that would be even more perfect!
When Huo Aorou said that her throat was on fire and she was crying uncontrollably, the man in the seat finally had some reaction.
"You have been talking for so long because you want to tell me that you are not really Huo Aorou?"
After Yu Wenhao discarded the crazy words of the crazy woman below, only such a short sentence was left!
"Your Majesty is wise, I really had no place to go, so I stayed there. You also know that if I am a girl who has not left the court and is pregnant with a child, my family will not allow me to ruin the family tradition! Yes!
If... you have to... be burned at the stake."
After saying that, she took out her handkerchief and sobbed intermittently for a while. Huo Aorou, half of her face covered by the handkerchief, cursed fiercely in her heart. She had already said this, but why did this person still look like he was going to die?
!Could it be that his heart is made of stone?
It seemed that she had to use her trump card. Huo Aorou saw the right moment and gently covered her hand with a handkerchief, making an OK gesture. This was the code they had set last night. If her first battle plan failed, she would
Let him serve as the chief commander of the second set of combat plans!