Liu'er next to her came in and saw that she was smiling between her eyebrows. She joked: "Miss, why are you laughing at? I'm so happy?"
But she was so happy that she heard the "Miss".
It was a free mood.
Miss Feng!
Not Feng Zhaoyi.
Not someone's woman.
That made her feel pure - she faced Ye Jia with a pure mind, a pure body, and a pure mentality.
At that time, she was decaling yellow in front of the mirror.
It is not the palace bun, nor the gorgeous palace outfit, it is just the outfit of an ordinary country woman. The sky-blue robe, the hair is combed into a high bun, and it is coiled, refreshing and clean, revealing its slender neck.
"Miss, you are getting better and better."
Women are tolerant of those who please themselves.
Although only Liu'er, who is the same-sex person, still makes her feel sweet in her heart.
"Miss, your face is getting better and better... Haha, it's really healed completely... Look... white and red... it looks better than when I was in the palace back then..."
She spat: "You slick girl, you know how to coax me like a nice thing."
"It's true! Miss, you are really that beautiful."
She laughed and walked out the door.
Next to it, in the corner where even Liu'er didn't realize it, she had already packed everything - simple baggage, some simple silver, jewelry, and discounted things...all it was ready.
She had to do all the secular problems that Ye Jia could not imagine.
At that time, she never dreamed that the feeling of waiting like this would soon be broken.
He just hummed a little tune and walked out slowly.
The willow branches are swaying, and the summer cicadas are chirping happily.
The family temple in the early morning is bathed in the warm sunshine.
A person is also slowly approaching the family temple.
It was Tuoba Hong.
All night, his mood was surprisingly complicated - even though Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, described his daughter's illness so terrible, he couldn't help it, and he must go and see it! - And of course, he never dreamed of it, Feng