Niangniang is a squeamish bag, she must be spoiled!

Chapter 128 It's Like a Bride Getting Married

Lin Yanyan saluted the emperor politely, and then gave the gift she made to Lord Lin Guogong.

Lin Guogong was so happy that he could see his teeth but not his eyes. The more he watched the mother and daughter, he loved them more and more, and he praised them repeatedly, "Yan'er has a heart, Yan'er has a heart, it's worthy that Daddy has loved you for so many years!"

After all, he even took a look at Lin Susu, clearly saying, I love you for nothing, you damn girl!

Lin Susu didn't care, she crushed the two walnuts with her little hand with a "click", and happily ate the walnuts.

Lin Guogong almost lost his blood when he saw it!

The person who just said that his wrist hurts and can't hold a pen can crush walnuts with his bare hands in a blink of an eye?

I really want to piss him off!
However, now that she is Concubine Ning, he can't scold at will. He can only look at Mrs. Lin who is at the side, and say in a low voice, "Look at you, what a good daughter you are!"

Mrs. Lin twisted her neck and said, "What's wrong with my daughter, my daughter is very good, she is the emperor's favorite concubine, you all have to kneel when you see her!"

Do you want Susu to inscribe the inscription on that oily vulgar goblin?
Bah, she deserves it too!
Lin Guogong's face turned purple with anger, he waved his hands and said, "It's simply unreasonable!"

Madam Lin sneered and drank a glass of wine by herself.

Lin Susu saw her mother sitting there alone, while her father and Aunt Zhao were mixing oils with each other, loving each other, and secretly scolded him as a scumbag in his heart!
In her memory, father and mother used to love each other very much. Although father loved to show off his talents and playful at that time, he really loved and cared for mother.

Ever since Aunt Zhao came back with Lin Yanyan, my father has devoted all his attention to Aunt Zhao, and the relationship with his mother has become more and more rigid.

I don't know what magical power this Aunt Zhao has!
Thinking about it, Lin Susu couldn't help but look at Aunt Zhao a few more times.

Looking at it this way, I really found that there were a few sinister breaths entwined around her forehead.

Grass, this Aunt Zhao must be a ghost, no wonder she has been able to hug her father for so many years!

She thought about it, found an excuse to go to the toilet, and left the banquet.

After leaving the banquet, according to memory, I went straight to Aunt Zhao's yard.

Aunt Zhao's yard is in the southeast corner, the environment is quiet, the flowers, trees, pavilions and pavilions inside are all in excellent Fengshui, it looks like it has been instructed by an expert.

No wonder it can last forever.

Lin Susu entered the courtyard and walked all the way in. The further she went, the more she could feel the sinister aura.

Especially in the wing room, the bed, table, and cabinet are arranged in a formation, which firmly traps this sinister aura in the wing room.

Lin Susu searched all around carefully, but couldn't find the evil thing.

It's really strange, the evil spirit is so strong, where did the evil thing go?

Lin Susu couldn't find it, so she took out the small mirror from her bosom, pinched it quickly with her small hand beside the mirror, and the light in the mirror became brighter for a moment, and shone around.

Lin Susu's beautiful eyes slowly looked around, and finally found something abnormal on the bronze mirror beside the bed.

A woman was reflected in the misty bronze mirror. The woman was naked, holding a wooden comb, combing her long hair that dragged the floor.

Thick long hair, black and straight, almost covered half of her body, and the naked body was faintly visible in the black hair, which was fatally alluring.

Lin Susu was shocked.

Damn, with this figure, it's a pity not to be a tertiary porn star!

Otherwise, the debut is the pinnacle, and all the top players will definitely be turned into scum in seconds.

As if she didn't see her, the woman was still in an elegant posture, combing her long hair slowly, as if a bride was about to get married, once combing to the end, and combing twice until the white hair was as dignified as her eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)