Chapter 1219

The servant girl could only gather her courage and use the fire tongs to pull down Zhao Rong Junzhu's hair.

After a short while, everyone's noses smelled a burning smell, like something had been burnt.

Zhao Rong Junzhu furrowed her brows and said unhappily, "Where is this stench coming from!"

Suddenly, a servant girl pointed at Zhao Rong Junzhu's hair and cried out in alarm.

"Not good! Not good! Her Highness' hair is on fire! "

Hearing this, Zhao Rong Junzhu and the servant girl with the fire tongs jumped in fright.

It turned out that the fire tongs had been too hot and had burned the ends of Zhao Rong Junzhu's hair.

The servant girls saw the fire burning from the ends of her hair and cried out in unison.

Zhao Rong Junzhu felt a burning sensation on her neck. She was furious and raised her hand to strike the servant girl with the fire tongs.

She used all her strength in this strike. With a crack, the servant girl's ribs broke and her body flew backwards. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. She didn't move and it was unknown whether she was dead or alive.

The servant girls didn't have time to see if the servant girl was dead or alive. They were all trying to help Zhao Rong Junzhu put out the fire.

Some people used fans to fan her while others used clothes to cover her. Zhao Rong Junzhu was in a sorry state, but the fire grew larger and larger. It continued to spread upwards and the burning smell became stronger and stronger.

Finally, a servant girl was clever and rushed out with a basin of water. She threw the water at Zhao Rong Junzhu's head.

The fire was finally extinguished.

But the long hair that Zhao Rong Junzhu was so proud of had been burned into a mess. It used to look like a glossy black satin, but now this satin had become a piece of torn cloth.

The air was filled with the stench of something burning.

Zhao Rong Junzhu's hair was wet and dripping water. Her body was covered in burnt hair.

Her eyes were wide open as she stared at the polished bronze mirror. She couldn't believe that the person in the mirror that looked like a bald pheasant was herself.

"Ah!" She gave a shrill and angry scream. She grabbed the mirror and smashed it on the ground.

"This ugly freak isn't me! It's not me! How can I have the face to see Cousin Emperor after becoming like this! He will definitely despise my face and my hair! Ah! I don't have the face to see Cousin anymore! "

Zhao Rong Junzhu broke down and screamed. She grabbed things in the room and started to beat people.

The servant girls were all kneeling in fear and let her beat them. No one dared to dodge.

"Junzhu, who made you unhappy?"

Just as Zhao Rong Junzhu was about to go crazy with anger, a low and pleasant male voice suddenly rang out from the door of the room.

As soon as she heard this voice, Zhao Rong Junzhu, who had been smashing things with all her might, froze as if her pressure points had been sealed.

She was holding a vase in her hand. She slowly turned around and looked at the door.

All of the servant girls also furtively followed Zhao Rong Region Lord's gaze. This man's voice was too pleasant to listen to and too moving to listen to.

A fiery-red figure entered everyone's sight.

. A fiery red figure appeared in front of them. The long robe on his body danced in the wind. It was like a burning flame. He had a charming smile on his face. His facial features were very handsome. He was like a legendary blood-soaked elf, but his eyes were ice cold.

When the servant girls met his eyes, their hearts jumped. Their bodies trembled and they couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look at his eyes.