The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

In order to give these kites a chance to hit the porcelain, Mu Qingqing deliberately delayed for a while, asking Chunxiang to get this from the Rouge Building, and then asking Chunxiang to get that.

After wasting a full quarter of an hour, he saw the two groups of people at the corner of the street each sending a servant away, and then he felt satisfied and took Chunxiang to slowly sweep the East Street.

One of the two groups ran quickly towards the west.

He ran all the way to the side door of the Grand Tutor's residence, grabbed the iron ring on the door handle and knocked three times in a row. After a pause, he knocked five more times.

From time to time, a servant would come out, look around, and then drag him inside.

In the deserted backyard pavilion, Lu Ziyuan had already been waiting there.

The man kowtowed and asked anxiously, "Sir, we have already waited for the owner of the carriage in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It is a great beauty. I wonder if it is Miss Mu? Should we proceed as planned?"

"What?! Beautiful lady?" Lu Zixuan's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

He then looked around slyly, and when he found that no one else was paying attention, he ordered the man, "Tell your brothers to put the plan on hold. Mu Qingqing is so ugly, how could she be a beauty? Wait until I go and confirm it before making a decision."

When Lu Zixuan thought of a beautiful lady waiting for him to favor her, he rubbed his hands together in excitement.

The warnings given to him by his father and grandfather had long been thrown out of his mind.

He waved his hand and went out through the side door with the man and his servants.

After Chunxiang got on the carriage and slowly left, a woman wearing a black veil hat from behind a window on the second floor of the restaurant opposite Yanzhi Building glanced at the carriage opposite.

He quickly stepped back to the window, nodded to the woman in yellow next to him, and whispered, "Yes, the one in the carriage is my eldest sister."

The woman in yellow was extremely beautiful, ignoring her distorted face. Her skin was as white as cream, and her smooth and shiny oval face had willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a jade nose and cherry lips.

With a cold brow and angry eyes, he ordered the man who had just come up to report: "According to the original plan. After catching that bitch, strip her clothes and beat her up for me. After that, I want that bitch to be pillowed by a thousand men and ridden by ten thousand men. Let's see if she can still enter the Sixth Prince's Palace."

As she spoke, she kept twisting the silk in her hands. Her sharp nails pierced through the thin silk and pierced her palms, leaving red spots on the white silk without her noticing.

After the man responded, he immediately ran to the corner of the street to carry out the next task.

The woman in the veil looked at the woman in front of her who had a ferocious and terrifying expression, stepped back, and whispered, "I have already identified the person you asked me to identify. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

It's not as simple as just going back, you also have to show off in front of your parents for a while to prove that you were not there.

Thinking about the pain and torture that Mu Qingqing would soon suffer, the woman laughed wildly in her heart.

"Oh," the woman in yellow waved her hand proudly, as if sending away a beggar, "Go back."

Looks like I have to get ready so I can go to the theater later. Hahahaha…

The woman in yellow was secretly catching up with the drama in her heart. Thinking of Mu Qingqing crying and begging desperately, she became so excited that she couldn't control herself.

The woman in the veiled hat and the woman in yellow clothes walked out of the restaurant one after another and then left in opposite directions.

After the two left, a delicate woman in a soft gauze dress with a watercolor texture of smoke and clouds appeared in the box next to them. Her temperament was like the bright light of the moon, mixed with a slight chill, just like the wind blowing in the snow.

Looking at the back of the woman in the veil downstairs as she leaves, her pale and delicate hands tightly hold a milky white lotus jade pendant.

A small lotus character on the back of the jade pendant stung the girl's eyes. The girl's eyebrows were frivolous, and her eyes were cold as she whispered: "You bitch born of a bitch, I finally did something serious today. Go back and pray hard, don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will pull out your tendons, peel off your skin, and turn you into a human pig for your bitch mother to watch every day..."

After saying this, she regained her calm expression in an instant, looking like Lin Daiyu who was about to be blown down by the wind.

The change in expression was so natural, as if it had been performed thousands of times.

He gently covered his chest with his right hand, coughed a few times, then got on the carriage with his maid and went home.

The evil spirits here are planning to deal with Mu Qingqing, but Mu Qingqing doesn't know about it. Even if she knew, she would look indifferent: If the enemy comes, we will fight him; if the water comes, we will block it with earth. I am not afraid of your taking action, I am only afraid of your not taking action!

The best way for a hunter to appear is often in the form of prey.

Now Mu Qingqing is like a prey waiting to be slaughtered.

I took Chunxiang with me and strolled slowly from the beginning of East Street to the end of the street. Whenever I saw something good, I would wave at the seller without asking the price, "Buy! Buy! Buy!"

Small items were bought and put on the carriage, and large items were bought and asked the shopkeeper to deliver them to the Prime Minister's Mansion later.

The prodigal son's dissolute appearance was portrayed vividly!

The vendors on the street were all trying to spread the word that there was a wealthy and foolish young lady shopping like crazy, and they all rushed to get closer to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing accepts no one who comes to her. As long as you praise your stuff to the highest level and say it is the best in the world, she will buy it all without even asking for the price.

This show of support made the shopkeepers in the shops furious: Damn, isn't this the rhythm of stealing business? They hurriedly sent the shop's eloquent servants to promote their high-end items to Mu Qingqing.

Chunxiang was only responsible for following Mu Qingqing to pay the banknotes (there was no other way, there was no change in the world of the rich and powerful).

The third and fourth left, who were following Mu Qingqing not far behind, were extremely depressed: What's going on? Why can't I understand it at all?

Zuo Si frowned: I guess it's the nature of women to love beauty and shopping!

Zuo San frowned: Women are such terrible animals! Fortunately, we secret guards cannot get married, otherwise we would be bankrupt every day.

Mu Qingqing: You think too much. Soon you will no longer be secret guards but visible guards, dear~

In a blink of an eye, Mu Qingqing had visited all the shops on East Street. She ate what she should eat, drank what she should drink, and bought what she should and shouldn't buy. The street vendors were almost gone (they had all been cleared out by Mu Qingqing).

Mu Qingqing looked around with her bright eyes: The scammer should be here soon, right? If he doesn't come, I really can't continue acting!

Maybe the heavens heard Mu Qingqing's voice. As soon as he stopped at the door of a steamed bun shop, he was scolded: "You little brat, you stole the buns and came to my head? You are so bold, you!"

Along with the sound of "ping pong pong" of beatings mixed with the gentle roar of children...

Mu Qingqing jumped off the carriage and saw a little boy who looked no more than ten years old. He was wearing ragged clothes, with dishevelled hair, and the shoes on his feet were tattered, revealing his black toes...

The dark little hands tightly held two black buns...