Fast time travel villain, she commits crimes based on her beauty

"Master, this is the contract signed by Fuyue just now. I watched her sign and sign the whole process. There is absolutely no falsehood."

The butler respectfully handed over the document to Cao Pingzhi.

Cao Pingzhi nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, with this, she can no longer go back on her word."

While the two were talking, Li Ruyi rushed in: "It's bad, it's bad! Master, I can't find that lunatic! I searched the entire county magistrate's mansion, but I can't find anyone!"

Cao Pingzhi's brows and eyes that had just stretched out instantly frowned: "What's the matter, isn't he being detained by your hidden guards? Why are you still missing!"

"No, when Fuyue and I passed by the cold courtyard just now, I heard her singing, how could it be possible that I didn't see her?"

The butler was also surprised from ear to ear.

"Fuyue? Could it be her..."

"Madam, but Miss Fuyue signed the contract with me alone, and I personally sent her out of the mansion. I didn't see anyone else, why don't you look for it?"

the butler explained.

Li Ruyi's initial thoughts were dispelled in an instant: "But where can she go as a lunatic? Is it reasonable for a living person to disappear into the mansion in broad daylight?!"

Cao Pingzhi frowned so tightly that a fly could be crushed to death: "Housekeeper, find some people outside the house!

If she ran away by herself, talking nonsense outside, and happened to bump into the eyeliner of the prince and princess, you and I will lose our heads!"

The butler felt a chill in the soles of his feet, couldn't help shivering and said: "Yes."

After the butler left, Cao Pingzhi rubbed his frowning brows, and fell onto the rosewood chair as if drained of strength.

"Hope, she's really crazy."

In the carriage—

"See these spices? Tell me, smell, or smell?"

Fuyue spread out her palms, presenting different types of spices to the person in front of her.

The man shrank, his neck was bent into an incredible arc, his eyes were tilted, and he looked like he had lost his mind.

"Smelly... smelly, smelly... delicious..."

"Dizziness and delirium, slurred speech, are you really crazy? But your eyes tell me that you have something to say."

Fuyue pushed aside her knotted dreadlocks, pinched her chin forcefully, turned her face away, and looked at her.

The man glanced at Fu Yue as if he was electrocuted, then struggled to turn his face away, and muttered to himself.

"Don't tell me?" Fuyue smiled, "I'll give you one last chance, whether you're pretending to be crazy or really crazy, tell me what smells good and what smells bad.

Remember, you only have one chance, if you miss it, I won't care about you anymore. "

The lunatic's muttering stopped suddenly, and the pupils of his eyes under the dirty hair were a little dizzy.

"Very good, then tell me, is this fragrant or stinky."

Fuyue put a piece of spice exuding a strong aroma into the lunatic's hand.

The lunatic seemed to be fixed by something, and he didn't move for a while.

Fuyue didn't care, and waited patiently.

Suddenly, I saw the lunatic carefully put the spices to the tip of his nose, and then slowly uttered a word: "Fragrant."

"Very good, how about this one?" Fu Yue handed over a piece of fragrant spice.

The lunatic quickly replied this time: "Smelly."

Immediately afterwards, Fuyue followed suit.

"Where is this piece of agarwood?"

"It stinks!"

"This musk?"

"fragrant."

"This piece of sandalwood?"

"Smelly."

After several rounds, the lunatic's eyes became brighter and brighter, while Fuyue's eyes became darker and darker.

【Host, what are you doing?She obviously said it the other way around, say what smells smelly, and what smells like smells sweet, a lunatic is a lunatic, what she said has no reference value!

It's too risky for you to get her out of the county magistrate's mansion, those people obviously watch her very closely, be careful not to get burned!]

"Sometimes, smell does not mean smell." Fuyue said lightly.

[Host, do you want to listen to what you are talking about, it doesn't mean smell, what does it mean. 】

"mood."

【ah? ] Qiong Dongxi looked confused.

"The first time I saw her in the mansion, I saw her go crazy with a sharp knife, shouting that everyone is a bug.

When she met someone she didn't know well, she was in a calm mood for a lunatic.

It can be seen that after seeing Li Ruyi, her reaction became more intense, and she said that she especially stinks.

Obviously, for a madman, emotions and smells are closely linked. "

Fuyue expressed her judgment.

Joan something was a little shocked and admired.

【Host, you analyzed the unreasonable behavior of a lunatic in just a few minutes in such a chaotic situation? Oh my god, you are amazing. 】

Fuyue, on the other hand, smiled slightly and closed her eyes lightly.

"Guess why I understand her."

She caressed the lunatic's face with her hands, her eyes gleaming: "Compared to Peng Laixiang, you are the biggest gain of my trip."

The lunatic's body trembled almost invisibly, and then began a series of muttering to himself.

【Host, so you mean, when she saw these spices, what she said were emotions rather than the taste itself?】

"You are also very smart, Joan, that's right."

[But, why do you have emotions about spices? ] Qiong Dongxi was a little pleased at being praised, and asked half-understood.

"That's what I'm going to ask her."

Fuyue patted her hand lightly, then closed her eyes and began to rest her mind.

What she didn't see was that when the lunatic raised his eyes, the flickering light in his eyes was the expression that normal people would have when they were thinking.

"It's here, madam, please get out of the car."

Fuyue sighed slightly, she hadn't rested enough yet, she had to be busy again.

As soon as the car curtain was lifted, a roar was heard.

"A slut, dare to represent the Song family to participate in the ceremony of raising the beam?"

"Hmph, not only that, someone even used the property of my Song Mansion to buy fake products that no one else wanted!"

"A slut is a slut! Don't think that you can rely on Song Youcai's favor to run amok without us here!"

Fuyue squinted her eyes, and looked at the slightly affluent middle-aged men in robes in front of her.

"So, who are you, the housekeeper?" Fu Yue asked back.

"You bastard, you dare to represent the Song family without us even knowing? We are Song Youcai's cousins, you are a fart!"

Those few people seemed to have been insulted, and they became angry from embarrassment.

Fuyue didn't respond, instead she shouted loudly: "Housekeeper Zhu, are you sure you still want to hide? You thought I couldn't get in by sending these people to block the door?"

Butler Zhu, who was hiding behind the door, froze. For some reason, he chose to walk out slowly.

"Mrs. Yue."

He bowed respectfully.

Before Fuyue said anything, those people roared angrily: "Butler Zhu, what do you mean, Mrs. Yue? Is she worthy?! It's just a concubine!"

"Little bitch, I advise you to return these eight boxes of spices now, or I will let you go around without food!"

Fu Yue chuckled when she heard this: "It's kind of funny, pig spirits can also curse people these days."

"Little bitch, you want to die!" The man's plump palm slammed towards Fuyue like a mountain.

Fu Yue's eyes flashed fiercely.

Sure enough, if the family does not enter the house, the number of slaps on this person is exactly the same as that of Song Youcai.

All disgusting.