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boom!The prince's hand hit the wall heavily, and there was no one in hell. He even suspected that the dead soldiers he cultivated from orphans were all his illusions.

Without these private soldiers, it was like a broken leg, unable to move an inch, and even the weapons he managed to get were all gone.

Whoever gets these things is terrible.

He began to think about who it was. He had suspected countless people, but in the end he didn't suspect Sanniang.

The palace looks peaceful and prosperous, but the struggle inside is so rough.

Sanniang is holding a white skirt. This skirt is made of the latest heavenly silk bestowed upon her by the Holy Majesty. It is not only beautiful and light, but also has a protective effect. This kind of silk is so strong that even the sharpest weapons cannot pierce it into it. , except for a metal called ink that can be easily pierced, the other weapons are paper tigers.

Because Wuyan likes white, she carefully embroiders on it. Although she is very careful, she still gets her fingers stuck from time to time.

"Hey!" It was the pain of being accidentally pricked on the finger again. The needles made of metal like Mo are very sharp. Sanniang's hands are already full of pinholes, which looks really scary.

And the white skirt in her hand was stained with blood, and the lump of unknown red objects was embroidered on it. Obviously, this dress was also unacceptable.

Wuyan held Sanniang's hand and smiled: "It looks really scary, you are not born suitable for this job."

Sanniang was still being held by Wuyan's warm hand, and when she heard such schadenfreude, she looked aggrieved, as expected, Wuyan just didn't know how to comfort her, this dress was made for Wuyan!But it was so ugly that she was too embarrassed to say it.

But Sanniang is embarrassed, the big maid beside her dare to say it.

Sanniang has always been gentle and never lost her temper. The eldest maid said: "Miss Wuyan, my lady made this dress for you. Even if you don't like it, don't say so."

"Hong Luan! Who will allow you to talk too much?"

The big maid took a step back and slapped herself: "Miss, I was wrong." She slapped her and said she was wrong, although she didn't use any force.

"Okay, okay." Sanniang said with a little distress: "Go down, really."

Wuyan snorted coldly, "San Niang."

Sanniang is really confused, one is angry, and the other, although they all love her, alas, these little ancestors.

After Hong Luan backed away slowly and closed the door, Wu Yan said coldly: "That maid of yours is right."

San Niang looks like a fried hair?Even though Wuyan's face was expressionless, Sanniang could tell that Wuyan was very angry, and Wuyan was making a fuss, so she coaxed Wuyan and said, "Where is it? I embroidered the clothes so ugly, I didn't intend to give them away at all." to you."

"Who said that clothes?" Sanniang's tone became even colder, "I mean she did go beyond the mark, she can't rely on herself to treat you well, just make up her own mind, in this way, she will make a wrong judgment and kill you of."

"Besides, you still don't want to give me a piece of clothing."

Sanniang quickly waved her hands: "Send, send, send."

Wuyan handed the dress to Sanniang and said, "Continue to embroider this peony, I really like it."

It was clearly just a mass of red objects, but Wuyan actually saw that Sanniang was embroidering red peonies.

Either too familiar, or a tacit understanding.