When Yi Fang raised her head, the bright purple dragon robe came into view with the sound of the hunting wind. Xia Jie's enchanting and delicate face, like a hell flower, fell into her heart with every step of her step, and the hidden turbidity was rolled up.
There are invisible waves, boundless.
"See the Emperor."
"My beloved concubine is exempt from gifts."
Xia Jie gently helped Yi Fang up. After looking at it for a moment, his eyes were full of tenderness.
"My beloved concubine is a beauty, and her beauty is even more outstanding today. I think this hundred-flower feast is just to set off the peony that is my beloved concubine."
Yi Fang was shocked, lowered his head and looked away from Xia Jie, "There are so many beauties in the world, peony is the king of flowers, I am ashamed to be my concubine."
Xia Jie was a little unhappy as the sweet fragrance he held in his hand lost its softness. He pursed his thin lips and squinted his eyes slightly to look at Yi Fang. When he noticed her evasive look, his suspicious heart suddenly gave way to a long sigh.
Xia Jie didn't intend to test, but he had complicated thoughts after hearing about the affairs of Qunfang Palace and her methods of handling things. Concubine Zhen, Aunt Wang, and Xia Jie asked themselves about the affairs in the palace and the people in the palace.
No matter how great his abilities are, they are all under his control. But in Yifang, Xia Jie always feels that he can't see her heart clearly. However, she is such a woman that he cannot always fully control.
The droplets of water penetrated the stone, piercing the tough and indestructible wall of his heart, and penetrated invisibly like water. Such a room made Xia Jie worry about gains and losses, so if Wen heard the slightest disturbance, it would develop into a prairie fire and get out of control.
Dou Yifang, do you know that when I ask Peony, I just want to know if you really have the ambition to win the Phoenix throne, not... why, you always have to be so cautious in front of me, why are you so cautious,
She is the woman who makes me pity the most?
Xia Jie shook his head in his heart and smiled bitterly, then pretended not to notice and said: "The Hundred Flowers Banquet is about to begin, but my beloved concubine hasn't found the right hairpin yet?"
Yifang was stunned. When she heard the word peony, she had already been cautious. She was too careless. Maybe she had been going too smoothly recently, and every step was taken according to the development of her affairs, which made her arrogant and arrogant.
Xia Jie is a king who can detect clues from just a few words. But when she was trying to restore her respectful posture, Xia Jie changed the subject and stopped asking questions. Doubts arose in Yifang's heart, and he raised his eyes cautiously.
After taking a look at Xia Jie, I found that his eyes were really focused on the jewelry in the makeup box, and then she said in a low voice: "When I return to the emperor, I will hurry up and choose them, so as not to delay the Hundred Flowers Banquet."
After saying that, Yifang's hand reached for the makeup box. She moved quickly and grabbed it with one hand. Her fingertips randomly touched an object. Without looking at it, she picked it up and prepared to tie it into her hair.
, but was stopped by Xia Jie.
"This hairpin is not suitable for you."
Yi Fang watched helplessly as Xia Jie gently but seriously took the hairpin she chose from her hand. When she turned around, the gold hairpin was casually thrown into the makeup box. The gold and jade collided, making a crisp sound.
"This is more suitable for you. The warm jade brings fragrance and the flowing light is lush."
Xia Jie smiled and inserted a carefully selected white jade lotus hairpin into her bun. She took a few steps back and saw that the bamboo-colored manhua skirt echoed the jade hairpin on her head.
, nodded, walked closer again, smiling wantonly and affectionately.
"Bring me a bronze mirror and let my concubine see how I look."
Xia Jie ordered with great interest, and the palace maid who knew her eyes held up the bright bronze mirror. Yifang came back to his senses from the tenderness that Xia Jie had never seen before, and looked at the woman in the bronze mirror, with delicate and gentle eyebrows and a bright red complexion.
The eyes were shining, with countless romantic feelings, lining the side of the Angzang man, making him more and more like jade, and the jade made him look more human. Yifang's heart suddenly beat like a drum. Something was about to get out of hand.
The premonition spread.
Resentment, it’s early enough today, why don’t you collect it?