Then there was another "pa", and a fiery slap hit someone's face. Yue Yao, who was still blinded by the slap, with little stars in front of her eyes, smiled bitterly, and thought with some wickedness,
This slap must have been a slap on the face of the third prince. We really share the joys and sorrows, we share the joys and sorrows.
However, at this time, the third prince's rich voice was heard roaring: "Nangong Feihong, you are so brave! Who lent you the courage to break into the Demon King's study without warning, and who lent you the courage to let
Are you acting violently and beating people in the Demon King's study, a place where government affairs are important?! I think your father hasn't learned how to teach a daughter, right?!"
Yue Yao, whose eyes were full of stars, slowly recovered. At this time, Yue Yao finally saw the situation in front of her clearly. It turned out that the person who hit her was actually a beautiful woman in red.
I saw this woman with red lips and white teeth, bright eyes and white teeth, and skin as white as snow, which could be broken by a blow.
The eyes are pitch black, like pearls from the East Sea. The chin is pointed and has a softness unique to girls.
Her hair is jet black, like splashing ink. Her figure is graceful, with the front and back curved. She is truly a beauty.
Wearing a fiery red dress with a slender whip on her waist, she made her look even more heroic, giving her the aura of a woman who would not be outdone by a man.
However, at this moment, this beautiful woman, Nangong Feihong, whom the third prince just mentioned, was covering half of her face, with tears shining in her two big eyes, looking at the third prince. Yue Yao sighed slightly, it seemed that just now,
The slap was given to Nangong Feihong by the third prince.
Nangong Feihong felt aggrieved at this moment, pointed at Yueyao and cursed at the third prince in a panic:
"Brother, third prince, what is the identity of this bitch? Feihong has never seen her in any noble house. She is just a humble slave. For such a bitch,
You actually hit me and hurt me, are you under the spell of this bitch?"
Saying that, Nangong Feihong rushed forward and tore Yue Yao's clothes: "You despicable woman, you who-know-who son of a bitch, what kind of magic did you use to make the third prince brother beat me for you!
You bitch..."
Before Yue Yao could react, the third prince took the lead and pulled Nangong Feihong away, interrupting her unbearable curse: "Nangong Feihong, that's enough! Didn't you ask who she is? I tell you,
You can't afford to offend this woman! Now, get out of this study! Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind."
Nangong Feihong looked at the third prince in disbelief: "Brother, third prince, how could you, how could you treat Feihong like this? You...you, Feihong will never ignore you again."
With that said, Nangong Feihong turned around and ran out, leaving behind a fiery red figure.
Yue Yao looked at the third prince quietly and said calmly: "Why don't you tell her that I am actually the young master?"
The third prince's eyes were deep and he did not look at Yueyao. He just looked at the memorial on the table and sat down, continuing to pick up his pen to review the memorial.
Seeing that the third prince had no intention of talking, Yueyao did not ask any more questions and stood aside to read the memorial.
The atmosphere was quiet, and there was smoke floating in the warm cage. The sound of needle dropping could be heard throughout the study. After a long time, the third prince suddenly lowered his head and said: "I just don't want to call you young master."
"Huh? What?" Yueyao, who was watching the memorial intently, raised her head and asked in surprise.