Before I could understand, another woman in a blue skirt suddenly raised her head and echoed: "The slave is born to the prince, and the slave is the prince's ghost. You can't even think of asking a word from the slave!"
Hey, hey, this woman’s appearance is also...also...
"Huh?" Senior Brother Ninth raised his tightly wrapped hands and paws and jumped over, his misty peach blossom eyes showing great interest, "Come on, all of you, raise your heads and let me take a good look.
.”
Oh, Ninth Senior Brother is so bold! I laughed: "Ninth Senior Brother, these eight flowers are red and willows are green, each has its own charm. Xue Xu is very lucky. Do you...do you want to imitate him?
Yan surrounds...cough, if Shang Yi finds out about this..."
Unexpectedly, Brother Ninth actually ignored me, blinking his peach-blossom eyes, looking at this and that, and squinting his eyes from time to time, looking me up and down.
The mottled shadows of flowers and trees swayed on the window lattice, fluttering and flickering, like ghosts climbing up from the netherworld. He looked at me with hair all over my body, "Ninth Senior Brother?"
"Yes!" He tugged on my sleeve suddenly, and my body shook involuntarily, and my heart trembled slightly.
"Little junior sister, take a look at this one's profile, this one's nose, this one's body shape..." He said, while pointing out several beauties one by one.
"Thumping", my heart seemed to have fallen into the dim shadow of the flowers and trees, feeling heavy and dull.
"There is also this one, little junior sister, come here and take a look." He pointed at the tip of the pink-clothed woman's nose, "This one is the most similar. Take a closer look at her eyebrows, eyes, and expression."
The woman who was two steps away had beautiful eyes like water, and a soft and frail face, but she could not block the stubborn look between her eyebrows. I stared at her blankly, her footsteps seemed to be stuck to the floor tiles, so heavy that I almost lifted my head.
Can't get up.
Senior Brother Ninth concluded: "Little Junior Sister, do you understand? Do they all look like you in the slightest?"
A chill slowly grew in my heart, so cold that my body shivered and I could hardly stand any longer.
Xue Xu, King of Dingnan, was known as the "Wise King" outside and was very popular in the southwest, but in fact he acted viciously and had vicious methods. Princess Wen of Dingnan was virtuous and decent, and she took eight concubines to King Dingnan.
And these eight concubines all have similar looks to me. Oh, is it a coincidence of God's will?
Wasn't Mrs. Wen welcoming them in just to please Xue Xu? Oh, what's the difference between them and the imitation antique vases? They're just substitutes, are they... are they my substitutes?
"Rong'er!" His arms were warm and broad, exuding a refreshing masculine aura. I wanted to shrink into his arms forever, far away from the unpredictable human heart and unsolvable mysteries.
In the clear sky, a half-moon is far away against the night sky, proud and cold, and the thin light clouds float by, weaving slender wrinkles into it, hiding a small amount of melancholy and desolation.
"Senior brother, could it be that... could it be that Xue Xu actually treated me... to me..." I grabbed his waist, just like a drowning man hugging a piece of driftwood, and held it tightly, unwilling and not daring to
Let go.
"Come here! Put these girls behind you first, don't let them run away, don't let them commit suicide, there is something wrong, my prince..." Ninth Senior Brother's loud voice seemed to come from the distant sky.
Come, with a vague echo in the haze. Before I could see clearly, another woman in a blue dress suddenly raised her head and echoed: "I am born to the prince, and died to the prince's ghost. You can't even think about it."
The slave asked a question!"
Hey, hey, this woman’s appearance is also...also...
"Huh?" Senior Brother Ninth raised his tightly wrapped hands and paws and jumped over, his misty peach blossom eyes showing great interest, "Come on, all of you, raise your heads and let me take a good look.
.”
Oh, Ninth Senior Brother is so bold! I laughed: "Ninth Senior Brother, these eight flowers are red and willows are green, each has its own charm. Xue Xu is very lucky. Do you...do you want to imitate him?
Yan surrounds...cough, if Shang Yi finds out about this..."
Unexpectedly, Brother Ninth actually ignored me, blinking his peach-blossom eyes, looking at this and that, and squinting his eyes from time to time, looking me up and down.
The mottled shadows of flowers and trees swayed on the window lattice, fluttering and flickering, like ghosts climbing up from the netherworld. He looked at me with hair all over my body, "Ninth Senior Brother?"
"Yes!" He tugged on my sleeve suddenly, and my body shook involuntarily, and my heart trembled slightly.
"Little junior sister, take a look at this one's profile, this one's nose, this one's body shape..." He said, while pointing out several beauties one by one.
"Thumping", my heart seemed to have fallen into the dim shadow of the flowers and trees, feeling heavy and dull.
"There is also this one, little junior sister, come here and take a look." He pointed at the tip of the pink-clothed woman's nose, "This one is the most similar. Take a closer look at her eyebrows, eyes, and expression."
The woman who was two steps away had beautiful eyes like water, and a soft and frail face, but she could not block the stubborn look between her eyebrows. I stared at her blankly, her footsteps seemed to be stuck to the floor tiles, so heavy that I almost lifted my head.
Can't get up.
Senior Brother Ninth concluded: "Little Junior Sister, do you understand? Do they all look like you in the slightest?"
A chill slowly grew in my heart, so cold that my body shivered and I could hardly stand any longer.
Xue Xu, King of Dingnan, was known as the "Wise King" outside and was very popular in the southwest, but in fact he acted viciously and had vicious methods. Princess Wen of Dingnan was virtuous and decent, and she took eight concubines to King Dingnan.
And these eight concubines all have similar looks to me. Oh, is it a coincidence of God's will?
Wasn't Mrs. Wen welcoming them in just to please Xue Xu? Oh, what's the difference between them and the imitation antique vases? They're just substitutes, are they... are they my substitutes?
"Rong'er!" His arms were warm and broad, exuding a refreshing masculine aura. I wanted to shrink into his arms forever, far away from the unpredictable human heart and unsolvable mysteries.
In the clear sky, a half-moon is far away against the night sky, proud and cold, and the thin light clouds float by, weaving slender wrinkles into it, hiding a small amount of melancholy and desolation.
"Senior brother, could it be that... could it be that Xue Xu actually treated me... to me..." I grabbed his waist, just like a drowning man hugging a piece of driftwood, and held it tightly, unwilling and not daring to
Let go.
"Come here! Put these girls behind you first, don't let them run away, don't let them commit suicide, there is something wrong, my prince..." Ninth Senior Brother's loud voice seemed to come from the distant sky.
