In the next few days, Mo Xiaoqiu was obsessed with the question - Am I ugly?
When you see a mirror, look at it; when you see clear water, look at the reflection.
When she sees Luo Tuo, she hides!
When she met Xinxi, she resigned herself to her fate—weak and dejected.[
Because he looked at her little face from time to time, shaking his head evilly, as if he hated iron.
It's obvious that she is an ugly girl, so why is she ugly? After all, in modern times, no one loves anyone, and flowers bloom, but cars often have flat tires! She exposed it herself, hehe. Who cares?
This is because ancient people were out and had issues with aesthetics.
When I think about it, there is more than a thousand years difference between me and them, so naturally our aesthetic values cannot be confused.
This is a good excuse. The more I think about it, the more balanced I feel!
Gradually, I couldn't help but puff up my chest even when walking.
When Xinxi took a look, her expression changed, and she couldn't help but whistled jokingly, "I'm finally willing to be an ugly girl, haha, I can walk with my chest held high, but why do I look at the vast plains..."
Vomiting blood! These words are so poisonous! In the 21st century, it is the most taboo topic for women.
Mo Xiaoqiu, who was holding the horse in front with his back to Xinxi, pursed his lips angrily and cursed this dog prince in his heart. Eighteen generations of his ancestors had scolded him over and over again.
Good women don’t fight with evil men!
Bear with me, bear with me...
Besides, I can't fight.
After all, she still has the status of a prince, and her highest title is just that of the prince - his little follower.
She still had to think of a way to escape.
Before escaping, you need to get at least some money. You don't want to be penniless while escaping.
Society is a reality, whether it is the 21st century or ancient times, it is difficult to move forward without money.
She didn't realize that it was better to worry about escaping, or to make money to fill her stomach.