The princess has arrived! The older sister's soul is too high

"Greetings to Princess Lanying, His Royal Highness the Snow King, and His Royal Highness Crown Prince Nangong."

Lan Ying looked at Qing'er:

"Is this the cook who cuts the soft cake for this princess?"

"Your Highness, yes. His name is Zhang Xiaodao, and his knife skills are top-notch in the imperial kitchen."

Qing'er answered calmly and calmly.

"Very good, someone please open the prison door for me."

"Very good, someone please open the prison door for me."

Upon hearing Princess Lanying's order, the guards outside immediately ran over and opened the prison door.

As the chains gradually opened, Yang Yanjiao, who was sitting in the corner, also moved slightly. When she saw that the person coming was the five-year-old little princess Lan Ying, she couldn't help but be surprised, and then she felt a little happy:

"So you're not dead. Did the emperor let me out? Is that right? That's great, really great."

Xue'er saw that this madman seemed to be a little abnormal and was making a lot of noise. She raised her eyebrows and turned back to Qing'er and said:

"Paws!"

Qing'er was secretly happy when she received the order. You shameless Yang Yanjiao, I almost died in your hands. Today is my chance to take revenge.

Looking at Princess Xue'er with a look of gratitude, Xue'er also understood and thought that it was time to let Qing'er vent her resentment.

Only crisp "pa, pa" sounds were heard as Yang Yanjiao's face was hit again and again.

It instantly became red and swollen, then slowly turned from red to purple, with blood oozing from the corners of its mouth.

Yang Yanjiao looked at Qing'er with resentful eyes and shouted loudly:

"You damned slut, why are you still alive? You damned thing!"

He shouted loudly, hoarsely, and his angry eyes looked as if he wanted to eat Qing'er.

Qing'er became even angrier when she saw her, so she increased her strength and dug her nails into Yang Yanjiao's face, leaving scratches that were quite horrible to look at.

Nangong Feixue raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, thinking that Yang Yanjiao did have some backbone.

Ling Aoxue and Xue'er looked at this shameless woman and saw that she had some backbone. Very good. Xue'er said loudly:

"stop!"

When Qing'er heard this, she slowly lowered her raised hand, glared at Yang Yanjiao with disgust, and stepped aside.

"Zhang Xiaodao, have you brought everything the princess asked you to bring?"

Zhang Xiaodao, who was standing aside and watching all this, had already lost his mind with fear. He shuddered when he heard Princess Lanying's question and hurriedly bent forward:

"To reply Princess, everything is ready."

"Very good, then give a good performance in front of this bitch."

Xue'er frowned slightly. Why was this damn woman sitting on the ground and taller than this princess? She was very unhappy:

"Brother Xue, hold me."

There was no nonsense, the tone was like an order, and it was said so naturally.

Ling Aoxue picked up Xue'er without saying a word. Xue'er looked down at Yang Yanjiao and finally felt that it was right. She turned around and said:

"Zhang Xiaodao, you may begin now. You must show the former Concubine Lan your superb swordsmanship."

As they were talking, two guards came up behind Yang Yanjiao and lifted her up. One of the guards clamped her jaw with his hand and forced her to look at the man called Zhang Xiaodao.

Zhang Xiaodao was also sweating coldly, but Princess Lanying had given the order, so he had to obey. He put away the chopping board, and a long, white radish appeared in front of everyone.

I saw Zhang Xiaodao opening a box full of knives of all sizes. It was really complete, with all kinds of knives.