In an instant, Ziyu felt that the surprised and contemptuous eyes of the neighbors around her seemed to be directly looking at her, which made her whole body feel angry. Without saying a word, she closed the door with a bang to block the eyes of the outside world.
"Pfft." Bei Mingyou burst out laughing when he saw this, and looked at Ziyu with eyes full of ridicule.
Because they wanted to become the Crown Princess, a whole family moved here to depend on her. Throughout the history of thousands of years, this was the first time they had seen such a thing.
"Brother's woman, your mother's family is so powerful."
Ziyu immediately raised his hand to slap Bei Minyou on the butt.
Seeing this, Bei Mingyou immediately turned around and ran away. The servants of the Wu Mansion who were watching the excitement immediately retreated quickly with their mouths covered. It would be better for the mistress of the house to watch less of the excitement.
"True or not, your mother's skills are very good." Beiming Changfeng came over from the front yard and looked at Ziyu, whose face was wrinkled.
The authenticity of Ziyu's mother is up for debate. She gave Ziyu and him the impression of being very scheming, but this mother can be faked, but the whole clan cannot be faked. All members of Jinziyu's mother clan have migrated here. What other purpose is there first?
Not to mention, just to say that this clan has moved to the 27th city in the north of their town is equivalent to handing over the wealth and life of their clan to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, or Qin Ziyu.
If they dare to hand over the lives of their own clan, a person's authenticity is already secondary. Their sincerity in being loyal to Zhenbei Twenty-seven Cities has been demonstrated vividly.
True or false, master.
Listening to Beiming Changfeng's comments, Ziyu understood it with a slight thought, but said: "It's so annoying."
Originally, there were not many people in her direct lineage of the Qin family, and she did not have many relatives in the five clans. Now that so many people have come, she can imagine that she will be bored to death in the future.
"If you don't like it, ignore it." Beiming Changfeng looked cold.
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who was taking it for granted, and waved his hand sadly: "You don't understand."
Sometimes, if you have a top-notch relative, the lethality is astonishing. Killing someone off the battlefield is just a waste of money, but its power can be no less than that of a surface-to-air missile.
Beiming Changfeng saw Ziyu's helpless face, so he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull Ziyu over, and pressed hard on Ziyu's eyebrows with a cold face: "Don't wrinkle, I'm here."
She didn't like it, so he just cooked it for her, so it was nothing to worry about.
Ziyu glanced at Beiming Changfeng. Seeing the obvious expression on Beiming Changfeng's face, the depressed feeling suddenly disappeared. He couldn't help but smile evilly and stretched out his hands to hug Beiming Changfeng's face.
He turned around and jumped up behind Beiming Changfeng: "Okay, you are here, but I have lost all my dignity today, so I need you to carry me there."
He wanted her to rely on him as she should. It felt really good, so she took the opportunity to act coquettishly.
Beiming Changfeng subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Ziyu on his back, his face darkened slightly.
In front of his subordinates, who did Beiming Changfeng turn his back on? This guy really didn't know what to do.
However, she seems to be in a bad mood this year, so he will... he will...
"No movement allowed."
"When a person is dead, he will not move."
"I threw you."
"Throw me away and I will cry for you..."
The sounds of gnashing teeth and shameless faces blew in the summer wind, and the iron-black body was carrying a pink figure on its back, walking away from the distance. From a distance, it looked like an iron sword was entangled with a piece of Yunnan Baiyao.