Chapter 1574 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (55)

If this is done.

She has officially entered the eyes of the queen, and her future marriages will definitely be the best after passing the eyes of the queen.

By then everyone will envy her.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the woman in white.

The maids rushed over, one of them was holding a dagger and slashed at Ning Jiumo's fingers.

Ning Jiumo hurriedly protected the food box, what should I do if the food was spilled?

The dagger was already attached to his palm, and it was almost, not to mention his fingers, that his palm would be chopped off.

A fire stick suddenly and fiercely knocked down the wrist of the maid holding the dagger.

The sound of bones shattering is shocking.

The maid let out a scream, and her whole body was so painful that she couldn't get up when she rolled on the ground.

The woman in white was startled and immediately raised her head to look forward.

But I saw an oil-paper umbrella, the rain splashed down, and a delicate and slender figure under the umbrella stood slim in the rain.

Half of her face was exposed from under the umbrella, her fair skin was like snow, her lips were not touching, and she was as delicate and beautiful as a begonia flower.

The woman in white thinks she looks outstanding, but she can see another woman with a better color than her.

Then the woman in white suddenly saw the woman who was so delicate that a gust of wind could blow away.

With a burning stick in his hand?

Bai Weiwei held an umbrella and a fire stick in her hand, her face was cold.

"His Royal Highness, it's raining heavily, this servant is here to pick you up."

She did not call herself a slave on weekdays.

In front of others today, she gave enough face to fool Ning.

Ning Jiumo didn't know what it meant to lose face, so he blushed a bit, with pitiful sadness.

"Awei, the rice is scattered."

The dishes were moved, and a few dishes were scattered.

Ning Jiumo was holding the food box, standing in the desolate wind and rain, as desolate as a little beggar begging for food.

Unspeakably sympathetic.

Bai Weiwei walked over slowly, and the maids were frightened by her neat stick, and they all took a few steps back.

Those who are accustomed to being intimidating on weekdays are the most timid.

This is a bizarre image of a delicate girl walking through the rain holding an oil-paper umbrella.

It's obviously a damn elegant and fragile appearance.

But she was carrying a fire stick in her hand, with a murderous aura.

Bai Weiwei came to Ning Jiumo, raised her umbrella and covered it over his head.

Ning Jiumo's eyelashes trembled, holding the food box, as if she knew she had done something wrong, so she didn't dare to look at her.

Bai Weiwei sighed, "Without slaves, is His Highness going to be bullied again?"

Ning Jiumo's grievances came to his heart. He pursed his thin lips and said softly, "Awei, I don't like them, they are fierce."

Bai Weiwei nodded clearly, "Well, Your Highness is not afraid, we are more fierce than them."

After speaking, Bai Weiwei asked Ning Jiomo to hold the umbrella.

Then she rolled up her sleeves, and the delicate look on her face changed. She held a fire stick and showed a polite and kind smile.

"I don't know that there are guests visiting, the reception is not good, the reception is not good."

After she finished speaking, she acted very calmly, and knocked a maid who was closest to her on the head very ruthlessly.

She still kept her strength, otherwise her brain might burst.

The woman in white was pale, "What are you doing, my father is the prime minister, are you dying?"

Bai Weiwei came all the way, knocking all the maids to the ground, just like knocking on a watermelon.

She glanced at the woman in white, holding a bloody fire stick, and smiled friendly, "It turns out that you are still a distinguished guest, then I will treat you well."