"It turns out that she is the princess of the Prince Regent's Palace. I am the master of Yuhua Pavilion. Hua Niang, Princess Changle looks very familiar, as if she had met her twenty years ago."
After Hua Niang finished speaking, she looked at Chang Le and smiled softly, but the smile did not reach her eyes, and there was a hint of something different.
Changle smiled lightly. She felt that she looked familiar. Could it be that she had met her biological mother.
As expected, Teacher Qingshanying was not telling lies. She did have another life experience. Thinking of this, she looked at Hua Niang and said, "There are too many people who look alike in this world. I wonder which of your old friends I resemble?"
Hua Niang was stunned by Chang Le's question. She coughed slightly in embarrassment, and then said with a meaningful smile: "I think you don't want to be similar to that old friend. It may be just a coincidence."
At this time, Li Luo had already stepped forward, with a chill all over his body. He glared coldly at the two nymphomaniac women in red and blue behind Hua Niang, and said in a deep voice: "His Highness is undressing, please don't disturb me.
Back off first."
The woman in red was still staring at the man with his upper body exposed behind the screen with an infatuated look on her face. She felt that his appearance was extremely tempting. At this time, the flower girl had already looked at her coldly and said, "I want you to step back. You don't have ears? Yes?"
Don’t you want me to serve you with a stick?”
When the two of them heard this, they looked frightened and quickly retreated down.
At this time, Li Luo looked inside with some confusion, rolled his eyes twice, and was about to go in alone.
Changle was afraid that he would find out the clues, so he hurriedly stood in front of him and smiled lightly at him: "I don't know what happened to him. He couldn't force himself just now, so he stopped wearing clothes. You also know that he has a bad temper and is very unstable.
Weird, I’ll go take a look.”
After saying that, she quickly closed the door, locking Li Luo and others out.
As expected, Liluo was shrewd and immediately became suspicious.
As soon as he entered the room, Chang Le walked to the opposite side of the screen and looked at Chu Wuyou who was staring at his body narcissistically and giggling, "Liluo and the others are here. If you dare to tell me about the concubine's laughter later, I will
This will destroy the antidote, do you understand?"
"You dare to threaten me?" Chu Wuyou sneered and narrowed his eyes coldly, "It's okay if I don't tell you. If you don't want to be hunted down by the entire Cang Qi army, come and dress me, hahahaha
…”
After saying that, he pointed to the luxurious velvet robes on the shelf with a very arrogant expression. But after his arrogance, he suddenly burst into laughter, which was unbearable to watch.
Changle remembered that he was clearly threatening him, but now it was better that he was threatening him.
For the sake of the crowd of guards outside, she pulled the white undershirt off the shelf, walked up to Chu Wuyou with her eyes closed, then narrowed her eyes slightly, and slowly helped him put it on.
As for this man, he narrowed his eyes with a look of enjoyment, and his bright red lips showed an intoxicating smile from time to time.
Fortunately, Changle squinted and saw that he had already put on his underpants, blocking his view, so she opened her eyes and helped him put on his underpants first.
He cooperated, and after a while, Changle put him in the black silk jacket and tied the jade belt around his waist.
But at this time, the man in front of her smiled slightly, handed over a comb, and smiled and said coldly to her: "Comb my hair."
At this time, his jet-black hair had dried, and the layers were like the stamens of the other side of the flower. It was draped so softly on his shoulders, pouring down straight, and showing a jade-like smoothness.
Chang Le's lips twitched fiercely, and he snatched the dragon-carved wooden comb from his hand, reached out to his left shoulder, pushed him down on the chair, and then roughly combed his hair.