Prime Assassin: The Evil King's Wife

The tone is crisp and loud.

What she said cannot be taken back.

"Okay, it's up to Fourth Sister."

Yun Shiyue couldn't help being unhappy, and raised her hand.

Amid Miao Ling's roar, the two women raised their hands respectively.

"Papa papa" slapped Miao Ling's face.

The air was filled with violent thrashing sounds.

"Ah~ah~ah~ah~"

A scream came out of Miao Ling's mouth, and the scream was higher and higher, echoing in the yard, like a magic voice, piercing the eardrums, and all the maids present shrank their necks.

so scared~

The women are all very strong, the power of each palm is naturally not to be underestimated.

Yun Tingruo remained silent, but smiled coldly.

Don't think she doesn't know.

Although these women beat very hard.

But that was also a coincidence.

Although it hurts, but there are no scars, this Yun Shiyue seems to care about this Miao Ling, it is really a deep love between master and servant.

Soon, Miao Ling was beaten.

"Come here, help Miao Ling up and return to the hospital."

Yun Shiyue lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes concealing her displeasure.

With a wave of his hand, he was full of displeasure.

No more nonsense, and quickly left with a large group of maids and women.

"Miss, miss, are you okay?"

Dong'er's small face was flushed from running, and her thin body quickly came to Yun Tingruo, with a few tears glistening in her big eyes.

She was resting in the room, but was awakened by a sound, and heard the voice of the second lady, panicked, and ran out.

"It's okay, look, I'm not doing well." Yun Tingruo patted Dong'er, signaling her not to worry.

Dong'er blinked her eyes, staring blankly at Yun Tingruo as if seeing something terrible.

Ever since she came with the young lady, the young lady has never been squeezed by the second and third misses as a soft persimmon, but today, the second young lady stood in front of her perfectly.

is this real?Really?Dong'er rubbed her eyes vigorously, this is really not a dream.

"Dong'er, what's so sad, you should be happy."

Yun Tingruo stretched out her hands, and under Dong'er's horrified gaze, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing how happy this girl is, Yun Tingruo can tell that these are sincere tears.

Dong'er has followed Yun Tingruo since she was a child, and the two have a deep friendship, even though the owner of this body is dead.

But Yun Tingruo felt a little throbbing in his heart.

No matter who it is in the future, if they bully them, that is - death.

"Miss, this servant is really happy." Dong'er smiled, seeing that the second lady and the others had left, she couldn't help but smile.

"Hey!"

Yun Tingruo sighed lazily.

"Miss, what's the matter with you, are you feeling unwell?"

Dong'er was taken aback by Yun Tingruo's sigh, her brows were full of anxiety.

"Yes, I'm not feeling well."

Yun Tingruo's plaintive tone made Dong'er even more flustered: "Miss, are you sick? I'll go to the doctor right away."

"do not go."

Yun Tingruo grabbed Dong'er, her illness was not a real illness, but a disease of her body relaxing.

If it was in modern times, she would probably have climbed several mountains at this time to start outdoor physical training.

This is a daily homework, and it has already made Yun Tingruo a habit.

But now he can't do anything, Yun Tingruo only feels that his bones are loose.

"Miss, don't scare the servants." Dong'er's voice was full of tears.

She was confused about what illness she had, not because of her body, but what kind of illness it was.

"Okay, don't be jubilant, go get something to eat."

The stomach made a silent protest, which made Yun Tingruo withdraw his mind, the big almond eyes, the curved black eyebrows, just too thin, dry and unnutritive.

"Miss, you are really fine, don't lie to the slave."

Dong'er looked left and right, although the young lady was swollen, but her face was rosy, and there was no trace of illness.

After observing like this, she felt relieved a lot, and nodded repeatedly: "Your servant will go now."

Although Yun Tingruo's courtyard looked prosperous, there was nothing in the small kitchen.

Just some of the simplest foods.

"Miss, I only have some noodles now." Dong'er looked at the noodles in her hand, her expression was not very good, the lady was not favored, and the food she ate was always restricted.

Not to the second young lady, the third young master, the third young lady, they can eat whatever they want.

"Noodles?" Yun Tingruo looked at the somewhat yellowed face, from the memory of this body, she was not favored and had no status, and the daily meals looked bright and beautiful.

But only on the surface!

"It's okay, you can order two bowls of noodles first, and then we'll talk when you're full."

She is not picky about food, but she feels worthless for this sentence. She is also a Miss Xiangfu, but she is so lowly,

Could it be that he was treated like this because of this physical and mental defect?

Pupils shrank slightly, thinking in his mind.

"Miss, slaves are not hungry."

Dong'er carefully swallowed her saliva, but she couldn't escape Yun Tingruo's eyes.

"Come on, cook all these noodles."

Shrimp?Dong'er's mouth widened, and she looked at Yun Tingruo in disbelief.

What nonsense is Second Miss talking about?

These noodles are all saved by hard work. If you finish eating, the next time you are hungry, the lady will feel uncomfortable: "Miss, the servant does not eat, and the servant is not hungry."

Dong'er shook her head, these faces were very precious in her eyes.

Sadly, these slightly yellowed faces are regarded as treasures by the master and servant.

Yun Tingruo lifted it with a big stride, walked forward, nimbly grabbed the noodles in Dong'er's hand with her arms, and threw all the fine pieces into the boiling hot pot.

"Ah, miss." Dong'er hurriedly grabbed the chopsticks to pick them up, but the noodles had already melted into the water.

"Dong'er, look into my eyes."

Yun Tingruo's tone was concentrated, not as casual and relaxed as before, but with a hint of heaviness.

Dong'er's eyes were red, and she stared blankly at Yun Tingruo, there was a strange light flickering in those bottomless pupils.

"Even if you don't eat these noodles, they will still get moldy. Let's use these two bowls of noodles to lay the foundation for our days to come."

In the last sentence, Yun Tingruo's spirit was high when he said it, just like the bright moon in the night sky, the bright light instantly illuminated the tip of Dong'er's heart,

"The servant knows."

Dong'er didn't say much, and quickly went to get a bowl, and prepared some seasonings like chopped green onion.

Yun Tingruo smiled, seeing that Dong'er was busy and she had nothing to do, she moved around for a while, lifting her arms and legs!

Dong'er quietly glanced at the young lady, and found that she was doing weird movements.

Her eyes widened involuntarily. To her, this was a very shocking sight.

Not only did the young lady speak clearly, she seemed to have changed from the inside out.

Dong'er thought about it, and happily continued cooking the noodles.

Yun Tingruo stretched his muscles and then planned to boil a pot of hot water later and rinse himself thoroughly.

She is not the real fourth lady, nor is she a delicate woman. She has hands and feet, and she has been trained inhumanely since she was a child. Naturally, she doesn't need to act like a superior young lady.

"Miss, your face is ready." Dong'er's voice came, and Yun Tingruo just walked over.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a fragrance. I took a closer look and saw chopped green onions and a small amount of oil floating on the big porcelain bowl, but it was very fragrant.

Dong'er is a really good girl.

Just as Yun Tingruo was about to serve the bowl, Dong'er immediately interrupted in panic: "Miss, how can you do this kind of rough work, as long as the servants come."

"Okay, I'll wash my hands."

After Yun Tingruo washed her hands, she subconsciously remembered that she was used to washing her hands with distilled water once before.

This is one of her most common habits!

Also slightly uncomfortable.

Reining in his thoughts, Yun Tingruo turned around and took a seat, picked up noodles with chopsticks: "It smells so good."