That night, Rong Huazheng told the two girls to ask Xia Houguo to come over at that time, and then asked the two girls to wait outside before falling asleep.

When Rong Huazheng woke up again, she glanced at the copper kettle dripper next to her and realized that she had slept for about an hour and a half. She didn't expect that she would sleep for so long. When she woke up, she felt dizzy. She thought it was because she slept too much.

It had been a long time, and when I touched my head, I realized that the hairpins and jewelry on my head were not taken off. It must have been due to the collision of these complicated things that made my sleep uncomfortable.

After all, Rong Hua Zheng is marrying the current second prince. Although the people of Rong Mansion are not very happy, no one dares not to take it seriously. The person invited to dress up the newlyweds not only has a pair of skillful hands but also a delicate heart.

While dressing her up, she said happily: "Miss Rong is so blessed. Not only is she beautiful, but she can also marry into the heavenly family in this life. She is destined to be rich and noble." As she said this, she took out a brightly colored pink flower that was about the size of a fist.

, said politely and thoughtfully: "Rong Hua, Rong Hua, glory and wealth, it would be great for Miss Rong to bring the velvet flowers out of the palace."

The man said nice things, but Rong Hua Zheng thought the flowers were too tacky and didn't want to wear them. However, Mrs. Rong on the side gave her a look and said fiercely: "Why are you so ignorant of the time, a cheap girl? Who in this world doesn't want glory and wealth?"

, It’s better for you, Mei’er gave you a share and you don’t know what is good or bad, just wear the good things, but don’t be told when we arrive at the palace, we in the Rong family don’t know Taishan, and the person we marry is not rich and has a lot of fate, which will make us tired!”

No matter what, Rong Hua Zheng must wear the big velvet flower before covering her head.

"Velvet flower, means glory and wealth?" Rong Huazheng looked at the bronze mirror and took off the flower pinned to his head, tore off a piece of the petal that had already withered, and said with an indifferent look: "No matter how good the glory is, it will be picked off by others."

How can we talk about glory and splendor if only the branches and stems are left?" Therefore, you cannot rely on others, let alone heaven and fate, you can only rely on yourself!

Rong Hua Zheng took off all the beads on her head and wanted to ask someone to bring her a pot of hot tea. Unexpectedly, her long-focused nerves noticed something abnormal. She narrowed her eyes and bent her index finger hidden in her sleeve. Suddenly, there was a sudden movement between her index finger and middle finger.

An extra silver needle appeared, and the silver needle shot out with lightning speed.

When the silver needle shot out from the window paper, a hidden weapon suddenly whirled in from outside. Rong Hua, Zheng and Dai frowned and sighed secretly. He reluctantly turned to one side and used a silver needle to fight back, but it was still too late.

One step - a small amount of hair was cut off by a hidden weapon before I had time to tie it up.

Although a few strands of black hair were shaved off, the person outside did not expect that a hidden weapon was coming. He was careless and almost couldn't dodge. He had to do some somersaults to avoid the poison-quenching silver needle.

It was a pity that Rong Huazheng did not hear the sound of the silver needle penetrating her flesh. She knew that this body was too weak. The speed of the silver needle she used was slower than in her previous life.

How many times, otherwise the second silver needle she used would not be able to block the hidden weapon and cause it to be shaved off.

What made Rong Huazheng unwilling was that not only did she have her hair shaved off, but she also had trouble making evasive movements and was knocked down by a stool on the side!

Damn it! Shame, absolute shame!

Thinking of her, Rong Huazheng secretly entered the special forces assassination department at the age of sixteen with her poison skills. She trained for two years, during which she researched countless poisons and made countless weapons. She officially went on a mission at the age of eighteen until she was betrayed and shattered into pieces by the three people who came here at the age of twenty-one.

In the past year, she has always returned home with the fastest efficiency. When will she be bumped by a stool and sit on the ground like now?
Chapter completed!