A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"Your Majesty!" The concubine cried out in a gentle and sad voice, but it was filled with endless grievance and resentment. She frowned slightly, her face was as pale as paper, tears flashed in her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, like a delicate flower destroyed by wind and rain.

Hao Fei held her injured chest tightly with one hand, veins bulging from the force, and the other hand hung limply at her side.

She swayed her body, and every time she swayed, her gorgeous dress swayed with it, and the originally exquisite dress became a mess. The beautiful dress was covered with oil stains, and the oil stains spread across the gorgeous colors, like ugly stains, destroying the beauty.

The oil stains exuded a greasy luster, which filled Concubine Hao's heart with anger and unwillingness. She looked at Emperor Yuxuan, who was practicing with his eyes closed, with a fierce and cold light in her eyes.

That look was like a sharp sword, as if it was going to pierce through Emperor Yuxuan. She bit her lips tightly, and her lips were bitten to the point of losing color. She secretly hated in her heart: "Your Majesty, you are so heartless. I kindly sent you braised pork chops, but you treated me like this."

Emperor Yuxuan didn't even bother to look at him, and roared, "If you don't want to die, get out of here!" His voice echoed in the mourning hall like thunder, full of majesty and anger.

Emperor Yuxuan's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and his brows were tightly furrowed like two tangled black lines.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, showing his inner irritability. There was anger flashing in his eyes, and that anger seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes.

Pork chops were scattered all over the ground, and the aroma of the pork chops filled the mourning hall. Pork chops were scattered on the ground, some still in their original shape, while others had been stepped on and deformed.

The pork chops are bright red in color, exuding an attractive luster, and the rich aroma seems to be telling of their former deliciousness.

Although Emperor Yuxuan felt a little regretful, his mind was completely focused on the Art of Immortality at the moment, and he had no time to care about these delicacies. He leaned forward slightly, put his hands on his knees, and concentrated on feeling the flow of breath in his body.

The little fox looked at the shiny pork chops on the ground, as if he saw the most delicious food in the world. His little head tilted, his eyes wide open, full of desire.

The little fox's nose twitched slightly as it greedily sniffed the aroma of the pork chops. "Wow, delicious!" The little fox couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his throat moved, making a slight "gurgling" sound. His tail swayed slightly, showing his inner excitement.

The little fox scratched the ground lightly with its paws, as if hesitating whether to rush over to enjoy the delicacies immediately. Its little ears stood up, listening vigilantly to the movements around it.

Good Concubine turned around, holding her chest and staggering away. Her steps were weak and each step seemed very difficult. Her embroidered shoes made a slight sound on the ground. Good Concubine's eyes were full of pain and despair, and that despair was like an endless darkness that enveloped her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, tears welled up in her eyes. The good concubine's heart was filled with resentment, and she secretly vowed to make Emperor Yuxuan pay the price for what happened today.

She clenched her fingers into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

The little fox's eyes slid around, and its clever little head turned around. Its eyes flashed with a cunning light, as if it was thinking of some trick.

The little fox ran out and shouted: "Little Chichi, Guaguamei, Little Phoenix, clean the floor--"

The little fox's voice was clear and loud, full of excitement and anticipation. Its tail was raised high and wagging happily, as if cheering for the upcoming feast.

A red shadow jumped out from the bushes. It was a little red fox. Its eyes were bright and lively, and it exuded vitality.

The fox's fur was fluffy and soft, gleaming red in the sun. Its claws were extremely sharp, and a light scratch on the ground would leave a deep mark.

Two figures, one white and one yellow, flew over from the sky. They were two beautiful birds, their feathers were colorful and glittering in the sun. The wings of the white bird were as white as snow, and the wings of the yellow bird were as golden as the sun.

They circled in the air, chirping melodiously. "Hurry, delicious braised pork ribs, Xiangxiang."

The little fox shouted excitedly, and took the lead to go into the mourning hall and "clean the floor." The little fox's little paws ran quickly on the ground, eager to taste the delicious pork chops. Its tongue stretched out and licked its lips, as if it had already tasted the delicious pork chops.

The little fox and his little Chichi were busy in a quiet forest. The braised pork ribs on the ground exuded an alluring aroma. The two little foxes, one red and one white, had focused eyes. They carefully picked up the pork ribs one by one and placed them in their little world - the small wooden box under the forest where the food was stored.

The little foxes' tails flicked from time to time, as if they were proud of their work. Their claws dug into the ground, and they took every step very carefully, fearing that they would drop a precious rib.

Guaguamei was not to be outdone. She worked together with the little phoenix to hold a rib together. Her small body trembled slightly, obviously because of her limited strength. Guaguamei's eyes were sparkling, staring at the rib intently, and her little head shook from side to side from time to time to adjust the best angle for holding it.

The feathers of the little phoenix sparkled with colorful light in the sun, and its wings were slightly spread to maintain balance. They moved towards the small wooden box step by step, making slight chirping sounds from their mouths, as if encouraging each other.

The small wooden box looked a little old, but it was wiped clean. There were some delicate patterns carved on the edge of the box, as if telling stories from the past.

The little fox neatly stacked the ribs in the box, sniffing from time to time to make sure each rib was placed just right. Guaguamei and Little Phoenix gently placed the ribs they had brought on the edge of the box, and then pushed them with their little heads to allow them to slide smoothly into the box. They all had satisfied looks on their faces, as if they were proud of their efforts.

In the woods, the leaves rustled, as if applauding their hard work. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light, adding warmth and tranquility to this small food paradise.