The pool of red blood on the snow-white veil is like a plum blossom in the snow, which is pleasing to the eye.
King Pingnan collected three large boxes and filled them with handkerchiefs. When guests came, he liked to take out his favorite ones and show them to them.
The ancients had a method of extracting yin and replenishing yang. King Pingnan must have been well versed in this method, so he was still young and healthy even at his age.
As soon as Aunt Shui saw King Pingnan coming, she quickly pulled Mo Qianyu over to salute.
"My little daughter Qianyu, please meet the prince." Knowing that it was his future father-in-law, Mo Qianyu was well-behaved and docile.
"A good niece doesn't need to be polite." King Pingnan helped Mo Qianyu up with his own hands and lowered his head to take a look at her appearance.
She is beautiful, but she is still far from being a stunning beauty. At most, she is just a little girl with beautiful looks to eat.
It is said that the eldest daughter and the third daughter of the Mo family are the great beauties, especially today I heard that the third daughter is so beautiful that the whole nation is captivated.
Looking at Mo Qianyu like this, it doesn't look like she is so stunning!
To be honest, King Pingnan was a little disappointed. If Mo Qingtian used ordinary beauties to fool him, then there would be no chance of getting married.
With the power of Pingnan Palace, marrying a princess would not be a problem. Why would he want an ordinary concubine?
Mo Qingtian has always been obedient in official circles and knows how to watch people's words and emotions.
Seeing what King Pingnan was thinking, he couldn't help but smile confidently, "Hua Xi, come quickly and pay homage to King Pingnan!"
King Pingnan looked in his direction. King Pingnan, who had seen countless beauties, was also stunned for an instant.
I saw a young girl walking over. She was really graceful and radiant. I felt a burst of light coming directly to my face, making me unprepared to accept her beauty.
Precious as a pearl in the womb, radiant as a flower in the moon.
Compared with the beginning of the begonia blooming, the peonies are about to bloom, the lotus flowers are blooming in the early days, and the willows are in the morning breeze.
Her short riding attire makes her look delicate and charming, with her bright eyes, white teeth, and icy muscles and jade bones, she looks like a high-quality jade sculpture, so cold and noble that even looking at it feels like blasphemy.
King Pingnan, who was nearly eighty years old, suddenly felt like an eighteen-year-old boy, what it felt like to have a "little deer bumping around in his heart".
"My little daughter Hua Xi pays homage to King Pingnan." Hua Xi came over and did not kneel down, but said something lukewarm.
The sound is like an oriole, gentle and clear.
A burst of girl's fragrance wafted over, and King Pingnan felt his whole body tremble, his old face turned red, and his whole body was trembling.
Swallowing hard, King Pingnan's eyes flashed with color | squinted | squinting, he chuckled twice, and couldn't help but take a step forward, reaching out to touch Hua Xi.
"What are you doing?" Hua Xi said coldly, opening those old hands without any courtesy.
"Hua Xi! You are getting more and more outrageous!" Mo Qingtian immediately shouted angrily, for fear of offending King Pingnan.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. General Mo doesn't have to be so harsh, little girl."
Not only was King Pingnan not angry, but he was touching his hand. Just now, he touched the little hand of this stunning beauty.
The skin is really like cream, more delicate than jade.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. My daughter is used to being arrogant and ignorant." Mo Qingtian apologized quickly and glared at Hua Xi, "Why are you standing there in such a daze? Why don't you apologize to Your Majesty!"
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I don’t know if a certain function will malfunction at the age of eighty... But even if it malfunctions, Hua Xi, who is killing all the young and old, must still be able to control the scene~ It is not impossible to be a father at the age of eighty...
