The Prodigal Daughter Fenghua: The Evil King Forcibly Marries the Nitian Concubine 98.【On the 4th day of the betting contract, there are distinguished guests at home】03
98.【On the 4th day of the betting contract, there are distinguished guests at home】03
But...the more this happened, the more his interest was aroused. He must find this woman and deal with her slowly. He has not yet settled the debt with her last time.
It was beyond her imagination that the innocent Huang Yuezhen would end up with such a name in his heart.
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The next day, while Huang Yuezhen was still practicing her Xuan Ling Qi in the room, she was called out by Mrs. Yu, saying that distinguished guests from the Du Mansion, the Grand Master and the Old Madam, were coming, and asked her to hurry over.
It was none of her business that a distinguished guest was here, but since she was asked to go, she should go as a matter of course.
When Huang Yuezhen arrived at the hall of Du Mansion, she realized that the Grand Master and the others were not calling her alone, but everyone in Du Mansion.
When Huang Yuezhen walked in, she found that everyone's eyes were on her. Normally, no one would look at her like this.
Now, everyone in the hall was staring at her closely, with a different smile in their eyes, an expression of ridicule and waiting for a good show.
Huang Yuezhen took a quick look and realized that there was an outsider in the hall. He was sitting there dressed in snow-white clothes. He was wearing fine tribute satin. The light from outside gently came in and hit him.
His body glowed with a faint light.
The edges and placket of his robe are outlined with tiny golden threads. The tiny golden threads are not very obvious. From a distance, you can only see a large expanse of white, like a snow-white lotus. It is not stained at all.
The dust of the world does not eat the fireworks of the world.
His black hair was tied up high in a crown, with a black sword on his waist. He sat up straight, with his flowing hair sticking to his back. His long black hair and snow-white robes,
It's like a stroke of thick ink on the white rice paper, one point thicker and one point lighter, but the proportions are just right, making people feel very comfortable to look at.
Huang Yuezhen walked in, everyone looked at him, and he slightly turned his head to look at her as she walked in.
He turned his head, and Huang Yuezhen saw his appearance clearly. Under his delicate and feminine eyebrows, there was a pair of captivating pure black magnificent eyes. The corners of the eyes were slightly raised, adding to the sultry charm. The red lips
Sip lightly, almost smiling but not smiling.
Her skin is whiter than snow, and seems to be slightly emitting a silvery white light. The elegant robe, which is as white as a white lotus, becomes a little more charming against the backdrop of this handsome and enchanting face.
Demonic but not filthy, charming but not coquettish. It is undeniable that he is really good-looking.
All the women in the room were fascinated by him, as if they wanted to dig out their eyes and put them next to him, looking at him all the time.
The man looked at Huang Yuezhen, with a hint of surprise still flashing in his black eyes. He hadn't seen Huang Yuezhen for a long time, and he always felt that when he saw her this time, she felt a little different from the previous ones.
In the past, Huang Yuezhen would blush with shyness every time she saw him, and was very timid and cowardly. Even when she said a word to him, she would stutter and never finish a sentence.
"Yue Zhen meets Crown Prince Mo Yu and pays homage to his grandparents." Huang Yuezhen walked to the front and saluted the three of them with a slightly blessed body.
Huang Yuezhen looked at him, and a strange emotion emerged in her heart. She knew this man. His name was Nan Sheng Moyu, and he was the eldest son of the Eighth Prince Nan Zheng.