My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 1057
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"Bold thing, you treat this princess like this, and when this princess goes out, you must all die!!"

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Nan Fengjiao sat on the ground full of dust and cobwebs, clapping her hands on the door desperately, shouting.

It was quiet outside the door, and no one responded at all.

Nan Fengjiao finally panicked.

She sat alone in the dirty woodpile, her face had become bloodless.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound behind him.

"Who? Who's there?"

Nan Fengjiao trembled in fright, turned her head with a frightened face, and looked into the messy pyre.

Is, is there something unclean here?
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohood.

When did her majestic and noble princess suffer such a crime?

Who will save her?
"Sister Jiaoer..."

Inside the messy pyre, a weak cry came.

"Sister Yan'er?"

Nan Fengjiao was taken aback.

Suddenly raised his head in amazement, and looked into the dirty and criss-crossed pile of firewood.

Murong Yan'er opened her eyes, and looked around in confusion at first, obviously not understanding the situation in front of her.

Moreover, Murong Yan'er felt that the back of her head was in severe pain, as if she had been beaten by someone.

Murong Yan'er rubbed the back of her neck with her hands, a look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

She remembered that after she urged Nan Fengjiao to let her go and escape, she also wanted to take advantage of the chaos and flee outside the palace gate.

But she had just arrived at the palace gate when she was suddenly knocked out from behind, and then fell unconscious.

When he woke up, he had already been thrown into this place.

Murong Yan'er tried her best to sit up and looked at Nan Fengjiao with a puzzled expression.

"Sister Jiaoer, what is this place? By the way, Murong Jiuqing, that bitch, is he dead?"

Murong Yan'er's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of sinister in her voice.

"Murong Yan'er, do you still dare to say that?"

Nan Fengjiao suddenly screamed, quickly flashed in front of Murong Yan'er, swung her palm high, and hit her in the face angrily.

Snapped!
A clear and crisp slap was quickly slapped on Murong Yan'er's face.

Murong Yan'er was stunned by Nan Fengjiao's slap.

She covered her face with her hands in disbelief.

Suddenly screamed and looked towards Nan Fengjiao.

"Sister Jiao'er, are you crazy? Why did you hit me?" Murong Yan'er yelled.

She covered her face with her hands lovingly, and stroked it very lovingly.

Thinking of Nan Fengjiao, he dared to hurt her face.

In the depths of a pair of eyes, a cold light flashed immediately, but it was quickly covered up.

"How dare you say that? Murong Yan'er, if it wasn't your idea, how could this princess have ended up like this?"

Nan Fengjiao looked at Murong Yan'er with fiery eyes, and yelled at her, as if she was watching the killing of her father and enemy.

"Sister Jiao'er, what do you mean? Why doesn't sister understand?" Murong Yan'er asked hastily.

"Hmph, I don't understand? If it wasn't for your idea to set fire, how could this princess be punished by Uncle Nine Emperors?"

"...Moreover, even the dead soldiers of the royal family are not Murong Jiuqing's opponents at all. Also, if you didn't come up with the idea to burn down the side hall, why would Uncle Jiu Huang order to lock this princess in the firewood room?"

Nan Fengjiao's voice became more and more sharp, and she looked at Murong Yan'er angrily with her eyes, and she slapped her with two more slaps.

(End of this chapter)