Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

The so-called state banquet is actually the birthday of the old emperor.

The old emperor is already in his fifties and almost sixty.

But because of his greed for pleasure and obsession with beauty, his hair was gray and his eyes were cloudy before he was sixty.

Occasionally, when he went to court, he always looked unmotivated. Gradually, the courtiers were disappointed with the old emperor.

Especially after the founding general was executed, no one gave him hope anymore.

But superficial work still needs to be done.

And the Secretary of Jiaofang was even more busy.

It's about the state banquet. Not to mention Sun Fengluan, the sisters in the workshop are all working hard.

This is a good opportunity to make a difference. If you are lucky enough to be favored by high-ranking officials, not to mention that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, it will be a great thing to be able to quit your citizenship.

Therefore, in these days, the Jiaofang Division is full of various piano sounds every day, and Gu Ruojiao can't bear the noise, so she hastily asked the system to turn off the sound simultaneously.

But even so, she would still be disturbed by a slightly stimulating sound.

So she basically stays in her yard.

She felt that she was relatively peaceful, but it was a pity that someone would come to her door to teach her a lesson.

Probably because Xu Zigui often used her sign these days, Qiu Sang became more and more jealous of Gu Ruojiao.

She felt that she had to be talented and talented, and she had to have good looks, how could she be inferior to a deaf-mute.

So after that night banquet, she deliberately seduced Xu Zigui under the pretense of repaying her favor, and easily made him her servant.

Qiu Sang thought that she could finally show off her power in front of Gu Ruojiao once.

In the end, Gu Ruojiao was invited to the mansion by Xie Rongxuan, and even Sun Fengluan came to warn her not to provoke Gu Ruojiao all the time.

The sisters in the workshop joked with her on the surface, but secretly they all laughed at her for clinging to a powerless and idle son, who is not as good as a deaf-mute girl.

How could Qiu Sang swallow this breath, she couldn't eat, and she didn't even want to practice Qu'er.

Fortunately, Gu Ruojiao was sent back within a few days, and Xie Rongxuan not only did not let her go, but he never came again.

Only then did Qiu Sang feel more comfortable, and even the people who had been laughing at her behind her back shut their mouths.

And last night, Xu Zigui lived in her room again.

Not so early in the morning, Qiu Sang deliberately came here wearing a chest-length skirt.

At that time, Gu Ruojiao was lying bored on the beauty couch in the yard reading a script, when the system said that Qiu Sang was coming, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, I saw her dressed exquisitely, stepping on gold emerald jade shoes with cocked toe shoes.

Perhaps because she has been nourished recently, she looks much more radiant than before, and her gestures are charming.

Like a peacock spreading its tail, he walked up to her and circled around, showing her the gold hairpin on her head and the jade bracelet on her hand.

Gu Ruojiao also noticed a little mark like a red star on her exposed slender neck.

As if lest she would not notice, she purposely sat down in front of her and smoothed out her unruly hair.

Gu Ruojiao: "..."

"Ruo Niang is really leisurely and leisurely. The state banquet is coming soon, so you are free to read the script here." She glanced at Gu Ruojiao lightly with raised eyebrows, showing her haughty posture.

It's a pity that this kind of metaphorical insinuation has no harm to Gu Ruojiao, because she can pretend not to hear it.

Seeing this, Qiu Sang said again: "Oh, I'm not as leisurely as you, Ruoniang. I've been very tired recently, especially last night. I didn't get a good night's sleep because of the noise."

Gu Ruojiao blinked her eyes and poured her a cup of tea.

Qiu Sang: "..."