Playing in the Mud is Worse Than Fighting at Home

Playing in the Mud is Worse Than Fighting at Home

by Keqingyayale

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"Miss Third, help me." "Miss, please have mercy on me. If the third lady doesn't rescue me, I will die." Kong Qingyi was startled by the sudden rush of people, her hands shook unconsciously, and she accidentally cut off a newly planted flower bud with a click. Zi Yan frowned and cursed: This is bad. This is the bud that the lady has been cultivating for several months. It is not worth it to break it before it blooms. Kong Qingyi turned a blind eye to the maid's cry for help. Zi Yan, who came out in a wheelchair, pointed at the maids and women in Cunju Hall and cursed. "You scoundrel little hooves, how do you look at the courtyard gate? You dare to let anyone into the courtyard, why don't you beat them out quickly?"

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