She's The Black Demon King's Nemesis

Chapter 280

She held her cheek, and she was crazy.

A woman, with a good life, marries a man all her life. Decades of time has passed.

Life is not good, for another man, always can't get to the day of white head.

The old maid came in again. This time, she brought a letter in a low voice: "this is from Mr. Qu Wu. Please have a look, madam."

It was written on silk and silk. The ink was still wet. It was obvious that the handwriting people were in a very urgent mood. They either had something important or were eager to show something.

However, Xia Ji still didn't look at it. She threw it into the nearby stove. With a puff of scorched paste, the silk was reduced to ashes.

The old servant woman's face changed slightly: "madam, don't you even look at it?"

Xia Ji is still resolute: "in addition to xianglao, I don't see any man in this world."

The old maid was helpless and went out bitterly.

At the door, the man in the golden mask had lost his composure and was very anxious. As soon as the old maid came out, he immediately asked anxiously, "has she seen it? What did she say? Why didn't she come out with you? "

The old woman bowed her head: "excuse me, sir. There's nothing the old woman can do."

Qu Wu's face changed: "what? She won't come out? "

"Madame didn't even look at the letter you wrote to her. She went straight into the fire."

Qu Wu couldn't believe it, but he didn't go on asking. He just turned around and walked anxiously for a few steps. Then he turned back and found a letter in his arms: "this is xianglao's handwriting. Please give it to her..."

The old woman went in again.

Xia Ji is sitting lazily in the room. These days, she refuses to go anywhere, and even rarely goes out for a walk. She is as honest as Gillian in the golden house. Let alone other people, even the sun can't see her often.

The old woman took out the letter, always respectful: "madam, this is xianglao's letter, please have a look."

Xia Ji took it and held it in her hand. The old woman was slightly relieved: "madam, this is xianglao's handwriting. I'm waiting for your reply..."

Xia Ji put the letter into the dressing box next to her. She said faintly, "tomorrow is the wedding day. If xianglao has anything to say, I might as well listen to him face to face tomorrow."

The old woman's face finally changed, and she stamped her foot: "madam, why don't you think about xianglao writing a letter to you at this time?"

Xia Ji was indifferent: "I'm also wondering. Tomorrow night is the wedding night. What letter does he write? If you have anything to say, just say it face to face? So why should I rush to read the letter? "

The old woman turned and walked away.

At the door, Qu Wu was already an ant on the hot pot, with a long neck. He couldn't wait for the old woman's footsteps to come near, and had already entered the door.

"How? What did she say after reading xianglao's letter

The old woman was not angry: "Sir, don't mention it. The lady put the letter in the dressing box and locked it up. She didn't read it at all."

Qu Wu strode inside. The old woman was very nervous and looked around. She immediately closed the door and locked it firmly.

Xia Ji lives alone in a spacious room, surrounded by long corridors, flower houses and small halls. The hall is surrounded by Chlorophytum and green bamboo. It is cool and pleasant in summer.

A delicate carved wooden door closed, thick will be inside the world and the outside world isolation.