"Did I let you go?" Bei Mingye's cold voice slowly came from inside the curtain, causing Shu Yao to stop suddenly.
Your uncle, if you don't leave, do you want me to admire your skills in bed?
Shu Yao turned around and said with a smile: "My lord, if you don't let me go, do you want me to watch you perform an erotic show?"
"Giggle..." A coquettish laugh came from inside the curtain.
"Yafu, why are you laughing?" Bei Mingye suddenly tightened his arms, causing Yafu to cry out charmingly: "Ah..."
I heard Shu Yao's scalp tightening outside the curtain, uncle! Can you pay more attention?
Yafu lay in Bei Mingye's arms and said sweetly: "Your Majesty, Fu'er is laughing at how bold the slaves around you are! Not only is she bold, but she is also pretty, Fu'er is so envious of her."
She didn't want to believe it, but the rumors outside really confirmed that Bei Mingye did treat her a little differently.
There was a hint of unruly light in Bei Mingye's eyes, and he smiled boringly, "She? Can she be compared with Fu'er? I don't like her. How can she be as obedient and seductive as you?"
"Really? Fu'er doesn't believe you." Yafu smiled coquettishly, and her little hands began to wander around the man's body dishonestly.
"You don't believe me? Then I will let you know how powerful I am..." Bei Mingye smiled evilly, and squeezed her hill hard with his big hand, which made Yafu scream in surprise.
Immediately, Shu Yao felt completely unwell. In an instant, 10,000 alpacas rushed over her head. What was the point of not letting her go? Should she be allowed to watch the battle?
In this case, how could she not satisfy them.
Shu Yao nonchalantly picked up a chair and sat on the opposite side of the bed. She put the snack in her hand on her lap, picked up a piece of jujube yam ointment and ate it.
It would be a shame not to watch some good porn movies. After all, they are handsome men and beautiful women, but they are much better than those shot in a certain country.
As long as I am not embarrassed, they are the ones who are embarrassed, come on! Who is afraid of whom?
Inside the curtain, Yafu gasped softly, "I hate it, please be gentle."
Bei Mingye raised his eyebrows lightly and teased: "Fu'er doesn't like it?"
Yafu's charming eyes were as silky as silk, and she responded in a charming manner, "...No, Fu'er likes it!"
Just as the two of them were in the clouds and rain in Wushan, Yafu caught a glimpse of a scorching gaze admiring them in her peripheral vision. She was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly, "Lord, that bitch is still there...she, she, she..."
Shu Yao smiled softly, with a hint of sarcasm in her gentle voice, "Don't stop! You continue."
Yafu hid in Bei Mingye's arms, coquettish and charming, "Lord, look at her, this little slave dares to be so arrogant!"
Bei Mingye pulled away the woman in his arms, leaned against the bed, looked up, and saw that this girl was sitting opposite them, holding a dessert plate, happily eating the pastries in her hands, admiring them with relish...
Bei Mingye thought that the girl would be shy, scared, evasive, and embarrassed, but he never expected that she would be like this...
Bold and arrogant.
Is she still a young girl who has not yet left the court? Why is she not at all reserved or shy like a woman?
"Does it look good?" Bei Mingye's voice was a bit lazy, but there was a hint of coldness hidden in his raised voice.
Shu Yao nodded, took another bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, chewed it carefully and said, "Do you need my review?"
"Uh..." Is this girl crazy?
Bei Mingye suddenly narrowed his eyes, a pair of evil eyes full of exploration and playfulness.
Shu Yao smiled meaningfully and commented shamelessly: "Yeah! There's a little bit of foreplay, so we can't go directly to the topic..."
When Bei Mingye heard this, he suddenly frowned, with a sinister look on his face. He yelled at Shu Yao: "That's enough."
Let me ask, which man can withstand being teased and commented upon by a woman in this situation?
Seeing that the man was angry, Shu Yao stopped as soon as she could. She stood up suddenly and said respectfully: "Okay, then I'll go down first so I won't disturb your good things..."
As she turned around, Bei Mingye's low and impatient voice sounded from behind Shu Yao, "Girl, the things you want will be delivered to you in the next few days. You have to hurry up and don't delay your return home."
Shu Yao waved her hand and said, "No need to remind me. I am returning home as fast as I can, and I will definitely hand it over to you as promised. Just accept it."
Bei Mingye looked at her with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his sexy mouth curved up, and he smiled secretly.
Seeing that Shu Yao was gone, Yafu hooked Bei Mingye's neck with both hands, pressing her undulating peaks like mountains against the man's strong chest muscles, showing her enchanting charm.
For some reason, Bei Mingye suddenly lost his interest and threw the woman leaning aside, "I'm tired, you can rest alone!"
After saying that, Bei Mingye got out of bed neatly, put on his clothes and walked out. At this moment, he wanted to blow the cold wind to wake himself up.
Yafu, who was left aside, was suddenly stunned. This was the first time that he was treated so coldly. Why on earth was this? He was still gentle just now, so why did the woman change as soon as she came?
Could it be...
Being ignored by Bei Mingye, Yafu was so ashamed and angry that all her grievances and humiliations turned into two lines of clear tears and flowed down silently.
However, she put all the grievances and humiliations on Shu Yao. There was hatred in her eyes, and she clenched her pink fists, vowing to take back this humiliating night.
The next day, when Ruoyan heard what happened to Yafu, she went to Yafu to add insult to injury, which caused Yafu to be dissatisfied with Shu Yao. After hearing this, Yafu became even more angry. She targeted Shu Yao, but Ruoyan could
Stay out of it.
In this way, she can kill two birds with one stone and make the two love rivals kill each other at the same time, and she can benefit from both.
When Shu Yao finished her lunch, Fei Zimo took her to the laundry room. As far as she could see, four large basins of clothes were soaked in the basin, and she had to wash them. Shu Yao's eyes twitched when she saw them.
Fei Zimo glanced at her with some sympathy, pointed to the clothes in the basin and said:
"Miss Shu, wash all the clothes in the basin. Remember, these are the Lord's clothes. Be careful not to damage them. I will check and accept them in an hour."
Shu Yao looked at the basins full of clothes, and a sense of resentment arose spontaneously. She had never washed clothes for anyone in her whole life, and there were four big basins of clothes.
Big devil, you can’t change so many clothes in one day at a fashion show?
Shu Yao walked to the center of the four basins, sat lazily on the stool, picked up one of the clothes and rubbed it casually on the washboard twice. She didn't care whether it was washed or not, and threw it directly into the other one.
In the basin.
However, when she picked up a piece of coarse cloth, Shuyao's brows furrowed. Then, she rummaged through another basin, and several expensive women's dresses suddenly appeared in her sight.
Immediately, Shu Yao became angry. What the hell, do you really think she is a slave? Even if you wash the clothes of the big devil, you also need to wash the clothes of the servant and other women?
Why?
Shu Yao Huo stood up, intending to go to Bei Mingye to discuss it, but suddenly, as if he was blessed, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
Looking at the clothes in front of her, Shu Yao showed a fox-like smile. If you want me to wash your clothes? Then you have to withstand my anger.
So, Shu Yao picked out all the women's clothes in the basin, threw them on the ground, and then took out a dagger from his waist. No matter which woman's clothes it was, he would hit it with a knife.
I heard a "tearing" sound, and pieces of beautiful silk and satin were scratched to pieces...
Moreover, when she was doing this, her beautiful little face was still full of excitement. If the women of Bei Mingye saw this scene, they would be so angry that they would spit out five kilograms of blood.
An hour later, Fei Zimo came to the laundry room. He took a closer look and his pupils trembled with shock. The strange scene in front of him made him dumbfounded, "Shu... oh! You are in big trouble."
Shu Yao was leaning against a big tree in the yard, eating a stolen apple. When she saw Fei Zimo's panicked look, she shrugged indifferently.
At this time, Yafu also came to the laundry room to see Shu Yao's joke and wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate her. Unexpectedly, she was shocked to see the scratched silk and satin all over the floor.
Yafu's little face, heavily made up, was livid with anger. She pointed at Shu Yao and cursed angrily:
"You little bitch, how dare you scratch my clothes?" These dresses were given to her by Bei Mingye, and they were also some of her favorite dresses. She was so bold.
Shu Yao smiled slyly, "Who are you calling a bitch?"
Yafu was so angry that she blurted out, "You little bitch scolded you."
Shu Yao pointed at her and laughed happily, "Hahaha... Not bad! She's quite knowledgeable and can be taught."
When Yafu heard this, she thought she was being plotted?
Yafu was furious, and the undulating hills on his chest were like turbulent waves. "Bitch, just wait for me." After saying that, he ordered his servants to wrap a bunch of torn clothes casually and ran to the front hall.
.
Fei Zimo glanced at Shu Yao, who had no expression on her face, and was really worried for her, "Miss Shu, you're done. Yafu must have gone to complain to the Lord."
"Look for it! Are you afraid of her?" Shu Yao rolled her eyes and spoke disdainfully.
Fei Zimo took small steps, his slender hands were held into orchid fingers, and he pointed in front of Shu Yao, "Let's go! My little ancestor! You will suffer this time."
At this time, Shu Yao had just finished eating an apple. She threw it casually and it just happened to be thrown into the laundry tub opposite, "Beautiful, three-pointer."
Shu Yao stood up neatly, patted the petals on her body casually, and then followed Fei Zimo to the front hall.
In the front hall, Bei Mingye took a look at the scratched dress, which was really terrible. The woman in his arms was crying, complaining about her dissatisfaction, and felt very pitiful.
"Lord, you have to make the decision for Fu'er! That woman is just dissatisfied with Fu'er. You gave these clothes to Fu'er! Fu'er couldn't bear to wear them, so she tore them all..."
Bei Mingye met Shu Yao's cunning eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Did you do all this?"