Hearing this, a turmoil arose in his heart, but he smiled sweetly: "Well, I didn't expect that Ye Rong, who is so rich and noble, would be lucky enough to serve two princes... In this case, Ye Rong would like to ask the princess for advice.
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Wen's beautiful eyebrows raised slightly: "Miss Ye, it's okay to just say it."
I smiled like the bright sunshine behind the clouds: "The princess is beautiful, virtuous and generous. I think that even though Prince Dingnan took eight concubines and enjoyed all the beauty and blessings, he also loved the princess very much, right? Princess Yu
My husband has skills, how can Ye Rong not ask for advice?"
Her drooping long eyelashes flashed slightly, and when she raised her eyes, her smile was extremely sweet and gentle: "What Miss Ye said is true. Since I am the principal wife, it is my duty to choose concubines for my husband."
I secretly speculate that the prince will be extremely happy to have a stunning beauty like Miss Ye serving him! If the prince is happy, it is my greatest blessing!"
In the scent of crape myrtle, the curtains undulate like a solitary sail tossed in the stormy waves.
Mrs. Wen picked up the moth green ink pen on the dressing table, pressed it gently on my palm, and whispered slowly: "I have arranged eight weddings for the prince, and I am very handy. Miss Ye dressed up well.
Just wait and be a bride."
Question: King Dingnan lived a good life, so why did he seek rebellion?
When I saw Mrs. Wen, I was enlightened!
Answer: It turns out that he is a psycho! His wife is a psycho! His whole family is a psycho!
[The lady is coming]
The night wind slowly carries the fragrance of crape myrtle flowers, and the soft curtains float like an ups and downs of the inner lake.
Under the clear moonlight, I added two thin marks on the window frame. Alas, it turns out that I have been captive for twenty-eight days. According to this calculation, tonight should be the Chinese Valentine's Day night when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet!
Senior Brother Xiaobai and I are even worse off than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. We can't even meet each other on Chinese Valentine's Day!
I looked at the moon with my hands behind my back and sighed: "Oh, if our love lasts for a long time, how can we..."
With a bang, a stout woman in charge of guarding me kicked open the door and said in a rough voice: "Miss Ye, it's late at night, please sleep peacefully!"
"Ding Ling," I threw the gold hairpin in my hand to the ground, gritted my teeth and said, "Old witch! I will be Xue Xu's ninth aunt in three days! If you disrespect me again, don't blame me for beating you to death!"
The mother-in-law was startled, and tremblingly muttered: "How can a polite man like the prince accept a shrew..."
My eyes widened angrily: "I've become meat on someone's chopping block, how can I still pretend to be dignified and elegant? You witch, if you continue to tell nonsense, I will skin you and cramp you immediately! Get out of here!"
The mother-in-law's face turned red and she reluctantly withdrew.
I huffed and drank half a cup of herbal tea. Huh, I am so angry that I have nowhere to vent my anger. Who told you to bump into me so rashly?
Unexpectedly, "squeak", the door opened again!
How dare you come!
"Pa", I grabbed the tea cup and smashed it on the ground, "Old witch, you're not done yet..."
"Rong'er."
Suddenly he raised his eyes, and in the night wind, thin fragrant flowers were swirling and fluttering, like a curtain of bright red rain. He was dressed in black clothes for a night walk, standing in the rain of flowers all over the sky, blending into the watery night sky, like ink-dyed cloud hair floating gently.
He stood up, his deep eyes revealed a warm smile, "Rong'er."
I rubbed my eyes, then rubbed my eyes, feeling as if I was in a dream, "Senior brother, Rong'er dreamed of you again... You look so beautiful..."
He stretched out his hand towards me, a smile slowly bloomed on his lips, as gentle as the moonlight entering his heart: "Rong'er, it's me."
