410 Demon Mother, I think I'm not abusing her, I'm abusing me.
The cold mint fragrance hit her face, mixed with the faint smell of rouge and gouache, all of which jumped into the demon girl's nostrils.
"Master." The boy's exclamation came to his ears.
The demon girl thought it was nothing, it was just a hug, probably because she was afraid that she would fall, so she came to help her.
The man was indeed helping her, and when he saw that she was sitting up straight, he let go.
The demon girl was still a little dizzy and did not stand up immediately. This was an old problem and it would be cured after sitting for a while.
"Hey, what kind of drama is this? Throwing yourself into someone's arms?" The young men following her looked at her with sneers.
Someone also kindly reminded: "Master Luo, please stay silent."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I only gave you a hand, so what are you talking about?" The man had a slender figure, narrow eyebrows and long eyes, and very beautiful lips. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, exuding charm.
He was wearing a bright red robe, with a black fur cloak on top. He deliberately did not tie the cloak, exposing the robe underneath. There was a trace of evil in his abstinence. When he spoke, he stretched casually and slightly
He raised his chin, revealing his slender neck, his movements were graceful, and his voice was booming and luxurious: "Okay, get out of the way. I'm hungry. I drank a lot of wine yesterday."
Only then did the Demon Lady see his appearance clearly. His delicate facial features had a particularly evil aura, and his long chestnut hair hung down on his fur, but it was a bit cold.
She always felt that this face looked familiar, but she forgot where she had seen it before.
I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
The man seemed to have long been accustomed to others looking at him. He put one hand in his pocket, tilted his body slightly, and curved the corners of his mouth in a half-smile. A casual gesture could reveal his innate nobility.
The black fur and red robe made his legs extra long, and the cloak was not tied up properly, so it rustled in the wind. He looked a bit like a noble man, and he was a very good-looking person.
But the witch girl only looked at it once and never looked at it again.
Instead, he stood up from his chair and politely said, "Thank you." Then he gave way with self-awareness.
The young men looked at her calm face and wondered whether she had heard what they said. How could anyone be so indifferent?
But the more this happens, the more they feel like they want to punish her, even to death!
People who are down and out should look down and out. Are they looking down on them by being so nonchalant and walking slowly?
"Jiu'er, do you want to play?" One of the young masters winked at the other young master.
The young master named Jiu'er raised his eyes slightly: "Of course I want to play, let's find some snakes!"
"What are you doing?" The two people came together and their voices were low.
Jiuer chuckled: "Of course it's a surprise for Miss Mo."
"Don't go too far. The emperor has seen her in person, and we can't guess what it means." There was always some concern.
Jiuer lowered his voice again: "The Emperor went out early today, it's okay!"
"But Master Luo, aren't you here? Master Luo hates doing these things." The younger one hesitated.
Jiu'er's face darkened: "You are the one who wants to play, I have a solution, but you worry about this or that."
"How did I know you were going to use a snake? Forget it, just use a snake!" The young master became excited: "Should I use a bamboo leaf or a cobra?"
Jiu'er patted his head: "Si Que, those are poisonous, just ordinary water snakes. It won't be a big deal by then. Even if the emperor knows about it, he won't blame us..."
"become!"
These young officials and young men usually regard it as fun to play tricks on others, but suddenly they don't realize that they think too much.
He started to prepare the water snake. Some young masters heard the news, but they were completely careless and did not stop it.
Qu Luo naturally noticed the sneakiness here. He didn't know exactly what they wanted to do.
However, he still understood the group of people more or less, frowned, and said: Don't go too far.
He turned around and entered the cool courtyard. He didn't like bullying women, but he wasn't a savior either. If he saw her, he would take care of it.
If it's invisible... forget it.
The demon girl still doesn’t know that even though she is like this, those people are still thinking of punishing her.
When I got to the kitchen, I looked at the leftovers from the morning. There was still noodles in the basin.
She rolled up her sleeves, pulled out the dough, chopped green onions, and poured it into the boiling water. After a while, there was a bowl of hot dough soup.
The kitchen was as hot as a steamer, and eating in it was a living hell.
The demon girl stretched out her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, sprinkled a thick layer of chili oil on the dough, and walked out of the house with the bowl in hand.
She did not go back to the dining hall, thinking that Mr. Luo was being served and having a banquet there, so she found a bamboo forest, where there was wind and it felt cool on her body.
She did not sit on the stone bench. Her body was no longer as good as before. If she caught a cold once, she would die half her life when she went to Kwai Shui again.
She first put the dough soup on the stone bench, then took the cushion and sat on the lawn nearby.
She actually wanted to stretch the noodles because today was her birthday.
Twentieth birthday.
However, there was obviously not enough noodles in the basin, so she could only make a bowl of noodles. She couldn't find eggs, so she used chopped green onions instead.
No matter what, it's fine...
"Happy birthday, Demon Queen."
The demon girl picked up the chopsticks and said something to herself. She didn't have much expression, nor was she crying with blurry tears like what was written in any novel.
It seemed that she just wanted to say this to herself, and then she lowered her head to eat the dough quietly.
In this world, no matter whether you are rich or wealthy, you are still poor.
In such weather, eating a mouthful of spicy noodles and drinking a mouthful of hot soup will make you feel comfortable.
But this comfort didn't last long.
When she took her first mouthful of noodle soup, the Demon Lady felt something cool behind her. She turned her head and saw several snakes standing upright and staring at her.
Without giving her time to think about it, a basin of ice water poured down on her head. Her face felt cold and her wrists were bitten and hurt.
The demon girl frowned and threw the snake away with a snap. Her hair was wet, dripping with water, and hanging down by her side.
When she raised her head, the young men were laughing. Although they didn't see her scared look, it was still interesting to see her in such a state of embarrassment.
"Miss Mo, how are you? Is it cool?"
The demon girl ignored them, turned around and walked away a little distance, still holding her own dough in her hand, she changed her position and looked sideways at the wound on her wrist. It was not deep or poisonous, just wash it.
But the basin of ice water made her feel cold all over.
Fortunately, the sun is strong now. After a while, it will probably be better.
She would not always let her wounds bleed. She took out a handkerchief, wiped her wrist, and rinsed it with water.
From beginning to end, she did these things in an orderly manner, without anyone's help, and in a slow manner.
The young masters were very dissatisfied and thought of a second attack.
At this time, a lazy evil smile suddenly came from behind: "Jiu'er, come here."