Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

Thief of the Xinggong

"I'm not just a regular kind of page, I require treatment that befits my outstanding qualities!" Meng Fuyao crouched in front of the "De Xin Courtyard" gates inside Prince De's palace, located at Zhongzhou city's eastern corner streets. She clutched a page-servant's outfit while loitering around in protest.

Inside the building was completely still. Yao Xun looked at Meng Fuyao askance, pulling on her. "Ai, Lady Meng, you drank their priceless wine, being a page to repay your debt is still deservedly so. How should I say this, if you still demand more it seems to be taking it a little too far ..."

"What do you understand!" Meng Fuyao cut him off. "So what if I am annoying him? This person is so calm and so clean, I precisely want to annoy him until he voluntarily surrenders."

With deng deng deng sounds she climbed up the window. The window was closed very tightly, so Fuyao went to poke the window paper. I'll poke, I'll poke poke poke poke poke ...... puchi puchi puchi, the window paper was quickly almost turned into a hornet's nest.

Thinking of the cold night wind passing through the holey window paper to blow onto a certain person's body with hu hu sounds, and how beautiful that scene would be, Meng Fuyao grinned with absolute joy. I'll poke I'll poke I'll continue to poke ... ouch!

Her fingertip suddenly pained, as if it were pierced by a needle. Fuyao retrieved her hand in a hurry, with a look discovering that on her finger had already squeezed out a round blood droplet. She couldn't help but burn in fury, cursing, "That scum's viciousness actually goes this far! There actually was an ambush!"

With a hua la sound the window frame was quietly pulled open. Zong Yue with an outfit like snow sat cross-legged in front of the window, while behind him was a large silk screen with white silk and embroidered maple leaves. On the edges of those vibrant deep red maple leaves were inlayed with slight yellow. Inside the brilliant gorgeousness was a type of frosty vicissitude of life, contrasting with the Zong Yue in front of the maple illustrations whose expression was mild yet elegant.

In his fingers was twisting a hollow needle. He observed the thinly flowing blood liquid inside the needle with a pondering expression, lightly saying, "Recently at Lifting Wind I met the sacred Saintess, Exalted Lady Fei Yan. She said to me, if there were a seventeen year old young girl who successfully cultivated a peerless mental technique, she would be a uniquely rare blood sacrifice body. She had searched for many years without results. If I had stumbled upon one, I definitely should let her know." Waving the needle in his hand, he deeply thought, not looking at Meng Fuyao while muttering, "Exalted Lady Fei Yan wants a blood sacrifice body, while I have tried many times and all were unsuitable. I don't know if this one will be or not?"

Meng Fuyao crouched on the window, laughing back at him with extreme anger while mumbling, "In your whole life, besides the kinds of stuff like threatening blackmailing coercing and framing, what else can you do at all?"

Zong Yue raised his eyes, throwing her a basket at a distance from the window, saying, "Right now I'll let you see what I can do – I'll bother you to go pluck the delicate tips from the seven-leaf grass in the courtyard garden and grind them into pieces inside a medicinal cauldron, I need to use them. Remember, it needs to be fine like powder, using the most tender and delicate grass tips."

Meng Fuyao's nose pointed towards the sky, while her hands were in her sleeves, not moving. Instead it was Yao Xun who went forward to pick it up, pulling Fuyao to leave.

"Since you picked it up you go pluck." Meng Fuyao stomped outside, when the corner of her eye caught a glance of the grass besides the road. Suddenly she said, "Hey, this grass is really similar to the seven-leaves grass, almost identical ... hey, you go pluck it, after grinding it give it to Zong Yue. Didn't he want to let me see his abilities? Let me see if he can tell them apart or not."