Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 103

Qianqing retorted unreasonably, "In any case, no, Zimo, I order you not to interfere with him."

"I won't care, I'll just let you see Mei Chaofeng."

[Text: Chapter Fifty-Eight]

"Who is Mei Chaofeng?" Zi Mo asked, looking completely bewildered.

"He's gay."

"What is homosexuality?" Qianqing asked, looking puzzled.

I smiled smugly at him and said, "Homosexuality is just you and that ugly guy."

Qian Qing solemnly said, "I don't need to think to know that what you're saying isn't good news!"

Haha, you've become smarter! That's commendable.

I looked up and gave Zimo a pitiful look: "Fourth Brother. I'm hungry."

Zi Mo put down the comb. "I'll go to the kitchen and see if there's anything to eat."

You're really not going to help me tie my hair up?

He was unhappy: "I want to eat steamed turtle." That's equivalent to steaming a thousand turtles.

Zi Mo looked at Qian Qing, embarrassed.

I glared at him, looking utterly aggrieved: "I never said I'd eat him."

Zi Mo shook his head, exchanged a knowing look with Qian Qing, and left.

Just before leaving, I suddenly realized a big problem, so I shouted, "Fourth Brother, don't put anything that shouldn't be in there." Then I lowered my head and whispered, "It wouldn't be good if I ate it and it affected my wedding."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qianqing suddenly smiled brightly and approached me: "Minister Shen, what are you thinking about that you shouldn't be thinking about?"

I immediately put my hand to my forehead: "I've been dizzy these past two days and don't know anything."

"I feel dizzy! You seem to be in good spirits!"

You saw right through me, oh dear. I reached out and looked at him: "Carry me to bed." Sitting here is just torture without anyone to serve me. But that sounded so unkind.

Qianqing's lips curled up, and she uttered a harsh word: "No."

I withdrew my hand and glanced at him sideways: "There are plenty of people waiting to hug me, you're just one more."

"you--!"

She turned her gaze away from him, glanced in the mirror, and looked at herself.

I laugh and she laughs; I cry and she cries; I squint and she squints; the guy in the back always has a grumpy face. It's hilarious!

I stuck my tongue out at the mirror, licked the surface with the tip of my tongue, and it was cold. It didn't taste good.

Wipe away the moisture, pick up a comb, and do it yourself. Since you're sitting anyway, find something to do and pretend the eyesore doesn't exist.

My arms have gotten so fat that it's hard to lift them. I finally understand that losing weight isn't about following trends.

My hair is a mess; it gets tangled every day if I don't comb it. Shampoo is a liar. I tried to comb it myself in front of the mirror, and then I suddenly remembered that ladyboy's incredibly shiny hair. I have to come up with a plan. I'll find a dark and stormy night and cut it for him.

Ouch! That hurts! I'm done playing with this. I threw the comb on the ground. I'm not doing what women do.

I squinted and continued eating the glass. Licking, twisting, bubbles.

Damn it, who lied to me about how delicious glass is? I'll wipe them out!

Just as I was about to stare at myself in the mirror, I suddenly saw Qianqing pick up a comb from the ground and walk towards me. I looked at him in the mirror with trepidation.

What does he want to do? I'm perfectly fine, and I don't want to die young.

Qianqing straightened my shoulders and held up a comb, trying to trick me: "Let me try it."

What? You're actually going to give it a try? My hair! If you die young, remember your enemy is the current emperor!

I stared at the very interested-looking man in the mirror with a bitter face: "Brother Qianqing."

"Why use such a flattering term?"

You're the one flattering? This is trembling. I cautiously inquired, "I haven't offended you, have I?" You're trying to harm me like this.

"Let me think, if we don't count what happened last time, it seems you also stole one of my documents."

"Damn? You call that a memorial? You're practically inciting me to kill this loyal subject!" You, surnamed Sun, are really something, daring to accuse me of colluding with foreign powers and trying to undermine the morale of the army. You just wait, the first thing I'll do when I leave is kill your grandson.

"Who are you pretending to be my father for!" Qianqing frowned, looking at me with unfriendly eyes.

I measured the distance between him and me, and finally shrank back and said, "Qianqing, you are the one and only Laozi, the head of Dongqing, the tail of the world, and the star of the international Laozi."

Qianqing's face darkened, but his smile grew even brighter. He gently turned my head upwards with his hand. "Don't you think this little thing would be even more beautiful if it moved?"

I shuddered. "Let it grow. If you pinch it off, it'll lose moisture and won't be vibrant."

Qianqing calmly brushed the first strand of my hair away: "Xiao Yi, tell me, are you qualified enough for me to issue an order to execute you immediately?"

I watched his movements carefully, my scalp tingling: "You're wasting your time."

"I have plenty of time."

"Wasting your family's resources."