Chapter Fifty-ninth: When you can’t stand it, you can ask the king for help
"Princess, the concubines from each courtyard have almost arrived, you'd better stop making any noise." Qiu Yan reminded in a low voice from the side. Although Zhongli Mowen didn't care about Su Xiaoxiao's pretending to be stupid, Su Xiaoxiao
Provoking Zhongli Mowen again and again like this is not an option.
"Come here if you want, it's not like you're being disrespectful." Su Xiaoxiao then rolled her eyes at Zhongli Mowen, then found a comfortable position and sat down, "Sick tuber, you'd better find a place to lie down first.
Otherwise, don’t blame me for not reminding you."
"I know this better than you." Zhongli Mowen raised his lips slightly. After all, he just wanted to sit aside and watch the show. Most of the women in the palace were sent by someone. Basically,
None of them are fuel-efficient lamps. It just depends on how Su Xiaoxiao shows off her powers. "If something happens later, just don't come and beg me."
Zhongli Mowen chuckled softly as he spoke, as if he was waiting for Su Xiaoxiao to make a joke at any time. "But if you soften your mind now, I can still help you a little later." Zhongli Mowen knew that Su Xiaoxiao would make a joke.
It was impossible to accept such help, but he still opened his mouth in order to leave Su Xiaoxiao with no way out for a while, and then he would really see something.
"Tch, who would care?" Although Su Xiaoxiao said so, she didn't mind borrowing a sick man as a prop for a while. Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao had nothing to worry about. After all, there was Zhongli.
Mo Wen's promise is "to protect you all your life." As long as you don't die, it doesn't matter what you do.
But Su Xiaoxiao didn't seem to understand the meaning of protecting you all your life. It was really hard for Zhongli Mowen to fall in love with such a woman. Qiu Yan stood aside and looked at Su Xiaoxiao's expression and began to worry about Zhongli Mowen's future.
.
It seems that Su Xiaoxiao is going to have a good time with all his power this time. If possible, Qiu Yan really wants to hide further away so that he can avoid being swept away by the tail of the typhoon. But he is Su Xiaoxiao's personal bodyguard.
Maid, even if others can escape, you can't escape yourself.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yan seemed to have accepted her fate. "Princess, I have to open the door now. Please be careful with your words!" Qiu Yan didn't know what to say, but that's probably all he could say at the moment.
Alright.
"Yeah, okay." Su Xiaoxiao gave Qiu Yan a bright smile, and Qiu Yan couldn't open her eyes for a moment. Zhongli Mowen next to him was full of resentment, and he didn't expect that his charm was far less than that of a
Maid.
Just when Zhongli Mowen was filled with resentment, Qiu Yan opened the door. "Madam, please." Qiu Yan bowed politely.
Although there were not many people, Su Xiaoxiao could tell that the three women leading them should be the leaders of these people. Not only in their clothes and appearance, these three women were different from the other concubines.
, even the momentum seems to be different from ordinary people.
The woman on the far left is wearing a light blue pleated skirt, and all the jewelry on her body is made of pearls. The woman in the middle is wearing a snow-white gauze skirt, and the things tied to it are all jade. Look at the woman on the far right, wearing
The goose-yellow cigarette dress was really eye-catching, but the various gemstones on her head took away the brilliance that originally belonged to the owner.