This time, she ignored the vomited blood and sat up with her arms propped up. She raised her head and glanced at Feng Qing, who had a dark complexion. Her face, which was not outstanding in the first place, was now slightly distorted and even more ugly.
The dancer touched her face. Although her appearance was not as good as her master's, she was at least a third of the same. It was much prettier than the face in front of her. How could a woman not care about her appearance?
Presumably, this snake and scorpion also cares about it.
As if remembering something, the corners of the dancer's lips slightly raised, a trace of evil charm flashed in her eyes, and she said hoarsely: "The queen is so serious about the crime, and puts this groundless crime on the dancer's head, but because the queen's appearance is not as good as the dancer?"
As soon as the dancer said these words, all the servants in the palace gasped. They didn't know whether to call this girl brave or brainless. Didn't you see that the seventh prince's face was about to change shape? Why are you still irritating her? She is looking for death.
That’s not the case either!
Little did they know that the dancing girl had a life-saving talisman. There was someone from Feng Yao in the moving academy. Although they could not protect her, they were still very good at informing them. They were afraid that when the imperial concubine just arrived, that person would
I have already gone to tell the Seventh Prince.
Feng Qing had hit a wall many times today. Instead of dealing with this bitch, she caused a lot of trouble and made herself extremely uncomfortable. Normally, she would never lose her temper in front of so many slaves, but she didn't expect it.
Today, after being teased by this little bitch, she couldn't hold back anymore, so she took action. However, she had no scruples. She expected that these slaves would not dare to go out and talk nonsense.
The dancer's appearance reminded Feng Qing of Feng Yao's appearance when she went to the Prince's Mansion before. It was almost the same as now, such a sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued person who could not let in any oil or salt.
Snap!
It was a slap without warning, but it was reasonable.
Feng Qing's long nails painted with bright red cardamom also scratched the dancer's face hard with the slap, and five blood stains suddenly appeared. Feng Qing took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on her nails bit by bit while standing.
He smiled casually and said, "I am not jealous of disfigured women."
But no one can see the murderous intent hidden in that smile.
The dancer's face has turned pale. It's true that she has an unclean body, and she doesn't want to get married based on her face. However, she is a woman, how can she not care about her appearance, let alone being disfigured?
The dancer didn't expect Feng Qing's move. Others didn't know how hard she had hit her, but she could feel the wound on her face. This vicious woman almost picked out the flesh on her face.
I'm afraid it will be difficult not to leave any scars after applying one layer.
No matter how angry the dancer was, she did not fight back. In the past three years, what her master taught her the most was tolerance. She could still endure this, but it did not mean that she would not return it in the future.
Even though she was as smart as Feng Qing, she couldn't detect the dancer's current arrogance. She only saw a disfigured face with an expression of shock.
The dancer's reaction greatly pleased Feng Qing. It seemed that all her previous frustrations had been vented. She fiddled with her nails, smiled gracefully, and said disdainfully: "I am not like you. I have a foxy face for nothing.
Brainy bitch!"
These words were directed at the dancer and Feng Yao.
In Feng Qing's view, Feng Yao's appearance was better than hers, but that was also due to her charming mother.