Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

All the male servants looked at Su Liu, some were begging and expecting, some were angry and helpless, but Su Wanqing knew that these cheap men would not be willing to die for bullshit justice.

"Good Liu'er, who is it this time?"

Su Wanqing's unhealthy-colored fingers rubbed the edge of the mask, with interesting playfulness in her eyes.

They say women are jealous, but actually men are even more jealous.

Not to mention that Du Ruocai is more famous than any other male poet in the world, but just look at Han Liudao, who was known as the master of poetry hundreds of years ago. He became famous as a young boy and enjoyed unlimited glory.

As a result, he was first assassinated by his close friend, and was accused of writing poems and making irresponsible remarks on government affairs. The saint spared his life, and he was exiled to the army after being stabbed.

On the way, Han Liudao's uncle coveted his nephew's rich family property, hired a murderer and attempted murder, and instigated Han Liudao's male tricks to trick him. Finally, he defrauded his nephew of tens of thousands of wealth, and another bag of poison poisoned the talented man into a fool.

Han Liudao’s best male friends, his uncle, the male actor he loved, the male emperor who appreciated his talent...

Everyone was jealous of him, wishing he were dead and taking his talents for their own use.

Therefore, Su Wanqing felt that jealousy should not be pronounced as female, but should be changed to male. She looked over and over, but could not find the corresponding word in the dictionary. However, when she checked ancient books, she found that jealousy is not jealousy. It should be called 汱忮.

Su Liu announced a person's name, and pointed his life-or-death finger towards a handsome man wearing a moon-white gown.

"The eldest child of the Pei family, you are quite good-looking. However, I remember that you have turned sixteen this year, and your father has found a good marriage for you. You are the second daughter of the royal family."

Su Wanqing was smiling all over her face, but others could only judge her mood swings by the tone of her voice.

The superior person could not express his mood or anger, but she was moody. No one could guess her thoughts, just like Wu Tuyue thought she would kill him.

Pei Wenfang's face turned pale. He believed that he was the eldest child in the family and that he was born to his mistress. He loved to bully the children of the Pei family who were born as concubines, and the one who bullied him the most was Su Liu, a bastard who was born outside the family.

"To tell you the truth, I am indeed sixteen years old."

Su Wanqing smiled and tilted his head, handing a silver needle to the attendant beside him, "Wen Lang's hibiscus face is worthy of the title of a wanderer. It's like a jade mountain, covered with snow in the clouds."

Su Liu lowered his head with a guilty conscience, not daring to speak, for fear that the noble man who was being killed like a meal would know that he was avenging his private revenge.

He has disliked Pei Wenfang for a long time.

Su Wanqing's compliment just made Pei Wenfang sigh. He felt that this masked man pretending to be a ghost must be the same resentful woman as the tigress Manshu who came a few days ago.

After her husband died, she was dissatisfied with her desires, and she was older, so she resented men even more. Pei Wenfang consciously relied on beauty to escape life, and despised the vulgarity of the people in front of her.

Unexpectedly, Su Wanqing suddenly turned cold and cursed: "You bitch is still not kneeling down!"

Everyone was so frightened that they knelt on the ground, begging for mercy and kowtowing, crying until their eyes were filled with tears and the corners of their eyes were red.

Pei Wenfang was so stupid that he even knelt down half a beat slower than others.

Cao Rui was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split, but he still trembled and asked Su Wanqing why he was angry.

Look, the power of a superior is the best spiritual solace. As long as Su Wanqing has the power and position in hand, she will never live as miserable as in her previous life, dying in the silent wilderness, where no one cares about her. snowy night.

"Hmph, I was a good tutor for the Pei family. It turned out that I taught this bastard to be polite, honest and honest. Do you know what the eldest son of the Pei family is doing outside?"

Cao Rui understood that the emotional noble was here for Pei Wenfang, and he quickly cooperated with Su Wanqing in acting.

"What did he do?"

Su Wanqing snorted coldly and looked at the ignorant Pei Wenfang with disdain. Her stupid look made her upset.

"This bitch has a habit of cutting off his sleeves. He failed to seduce his cousin in the clan. He harbored murderous thoughts and poisoned his food. He also beat his cousin's elderly father to death.

He also likes to bully his brothers in the clan on weekdays. Such an unruly bitch is really not worthy of staying in my teaching department. "