Lan Jieyu walked into Lingbo Palace with her arms held up and her posture elegant. The first thing she saw was not Feng Xizi who was sitting high on the throne, but Mo Yanche who was sitting first!
I have no choice but to look at the "male sex" first if I am looking for a bad girl in sex.
When she saw Mo Yanche's spotless white clothes, Lan Jieyu's eyes widened and she completely forgot about the tragedy of how she was thrown out last night.
If the situation wasn't right at this moment, she would have pounced on Mo Yanche!
Ah, if she dares to do this, then she will basically be taken back...
After finally taking back her drool, which was almost overflowing, Lan Jieyu reluctantly moved her gaze back to Feng Xizi.
She has always known that Feng Xizi is as famous as her mother in the world.
When I was a child, I would hear my father, mother, and emperor talk about those past events, and there was praise for Feng Xizi between the lines.
Therefore, even if she has not seen it with her own eyes, Lan Jieyu is familiar with the three words Feng Xizi.
Now that she has seen it with her own eyes, she understands better why people like Mo Zhilan fall under her pomegranate skirt.
Feng Xi Zi.
Maggi.
Basically, to be able to give birth to a monster like Mo Yanche, Feng Xizi must also be a peerless beauty.
In front of her eyes, Feng Xizi is dressed in a lavender ice gauze, her manners are graceful and noble, her bun is elegantly tied up with blue silk, and is dotted with several hairpins. The tassels under the hairpins sparkle under the candles, setting off the pair of shining jewels.
Her bright eyes, slender red lips, and graceful posture make her truly a stunningly beautiful woman who can't help but sigh in admiration just by looking at her.
If not, who would have guessed that this woman was nearly forty years old.
Just when Lan Jieyu looked up at Feng Xizi, Feng Xizi also looked at Lan Jieyu.
The knowledge about Lan Jieyu is only based on rumors. It is said that her methods are vicious and even more vicious than her mother, Chunyu Zijin.
Now it seems that the rumors are true.
Lan Jieyu's appearance is naturally very good. She is always smiling, making people feel like a spring breeze, and mistakenly think that she is a weak and slender princess.
However, the coldness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows could not be hidden from her eyes.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Feng Xizi slowly smiled: "I am honored to have the princess here."
"Your Majesty, you are very polite. It is a great honor for me to be invited by your Majesty." Lan Jieyu returned the gift unhurriedly, with appropriate language and it was rare that he did not get "convulsed".
"Princess, please take a seat." Feng Xizi waved his hand and pointed at the chief opposite Mo Yanche.
According to the rules, the left is superior and the right is inferior. The first person on the left should be reserved for distinguished guests, and the first person on the right should be given to the banquet guests.
Lan Jieyu was born in a royal family, so he naturally knew this, but...
Rolling her eyes, she pointed to the seat next to Mo Yanche with a smile: "Can I sit here?"
"The princess is a guest, and guests do as they please, so it's better not to overstep their bounds." Mo Yanche smiled faintly and cut off her little brain.
Lan Jieyu pouted, stingy! Will you die if you sit down?
Then, while gently holding his arm gauze, he walked towards... Mo Yanche's direction.
Mo Yanche looked at Lan Jieyu who was walking towards him in small steps, watched her standing in front of the table, watched her reveal her eight teeth to him, watched her shamelessly sit on the sandalwood chair next to him
Sit down.
After that, he smiled calmly: "Your Highness only knows that guests do as the host does, but do you know that the host does as the guest does?"
Mo Yanche narrowed his long eyes, and he knew that this little woman was not so easy to get rid of.