The man in white in front of him was just twenty years old, with a pair of innocent eyes that were cool and clear, with a little bit of confusion and ignorance.
That slender figure and his helpless and uneasy feeling when faced with men's clothing, any woman in the world can't help but feel affection for him when she sees him, wishing to take him home and raise him well.
He didn't know how to deal with the messy hair and wanted to tie it up, but Zhan Luo Ri probably had never tied his hair in his life, so his hair fell down in a mess and he was at a loss.
A few strands of hair fell on his face, which did not damage his handsomeness at all. On the contrary, it added a touch of wild charm to him.
There is no handsome man among the royal family. The Nine Emperors Uncle is as beautiful as a painting, and the Seventh Prince in front of him is as beautiful as poetry.
Living in such a picturesque environment, even a great beauty like Feng Jiuer often feels inferior.
A man who is more beautiful than a woman is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at him. However, what does it mean to look at him with big innocent eyes like this? If you look at him again, you can't help but knock him down!
Feng Jiuer swallowed, quickly withdrew her squinting eyes, and walked in: "Why are you wearing clothes like this? Your clothes are messy, do you want to seduce the girl?"
Zhan Luori's cheeks turned red. How could he have imagined that she would speak so freely?
"It's just... I don't know how to wear it." However, it seemed to be simpler than women's clothes, but he was just not used to it.
Feng Jiuer didn't expect that the seventh princess, after becoming a man, would be so intolerant of teasing.
It was just a couple of jokes, but it actually made the blush on his face reach all the way to his ears.
"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, but when you put on men's clothes, you look really handsome and good-looking. If you go out and stand with your Nine Emperors Uncle, you won't have to give in too much."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhan Luori glared at her. No one can compare with the Nine Emperors. This is something everyone in the world knows.
Feng Jiuer stuck out the tip of her tongue but said nothing. She picked up the comb and walked behind him: "Come, sit down and I will tie up your hair."
Zhan Luo Ri is not used to having his hair touched. He usually combs his hair himself and ties it up at the back of his head.
So why is it that the Seventh Princess's facial features are obviously very beautiful, but she never looks beautiful?
First of all, this height is really scary, nearly 1.9 meters tall. Have you ever seen any girl who is so tall?
This is probably something that even Concubine Jing has not thought of. It would be more similar to give birth to a slightly shorter son and pretend to be a woman.
Who would have known that he would grow taller and taller, and eventually he would be as tall as the popular Ninth Prince?
Secondly, the seventh princess never likes to dress up. Apart from wearing women's clothes and not tying up her long hair like men, is there anything else that looks like a girl's house?
Beautiful? It doesn’t exist. It can only be said to be handsome.
This was Zhan Luori's first time to tie his hair. When he saw the hands tying his hair in the bronze mirror, Zhan Luori couldn't help but feel his eyes heat up and feel depressed.
Jiu'er knew that he should be thinking about Concubine Jing again.
Mother and son have been dependent on each other for so many years. If he is not taking care of every little thing in life, it must be Concubine Jing who is taking care of it for him.
The first time he combed his hair, was Concubine Jing combing it for him, right?
This guy is also very pitiful. He has not been able to see people with his true colors since he was a child, and his mother and concubine have been extremely strict with him. I am afraid that Concubine Jing has made up her mind when he was young. She wants him to be the king of a country when he grows up and wash away his previous shame.
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Can a woman who has lived in fear and resentment for so many years bring up a child who is happy?
Zhan Luo Ri was not infected by hatred, which was Concubine Jing's greatest protection for him.
"Are you afraid of Nanmen Rong?" she suddenly asked.
Zhan Luo was silent. Apart from the death of his mother and concubine, he never knew what fear was.
Feng Jiuer smiled slightly: "Since you are not afraid, then from today on, you are the seventh prince and no longer the seventh princess. Your uncle the Nine Emperors will restore your identity for you!"
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In the Xuanhua Hall late at night, there is no bustle, but people's hearts are floating, and there is no quiet atmosphere in the middle of the night.
Nanmen Ye returned to his house, but Nanmen Rong was still lying on the bed, unable to get up.
In a corner of the room, Feng Qingyin was pressed on a chair, looking at the maid and nun holding knives and utensils, and a man dressed as a royal doctor standing aside, not knowing what to do.
Looking at this situation makes people feel numb and creepy.
"The Emperor...the Queen..."
"Shut up!" Nanmen Rong hates people calling her queen the most. The imperial edict to abolish the queen came down a few days ago, and she is no longer the queen.
Feng Qingyin actually dared to call her Queen. Is this making fun of her or sarcasm?
The matter of abolishing the queen was widely rumored in the court for a while. Before Feng Qingyin came, she also heard some news from her father.
It's just that I'm used to calling myself Queen, but now I have to change it, but I haven't changed it all of a sudden.
She bit her lower lip, and when she saw the palace maid handing the knife to the imperial doctor, she felt uneasy: "Mother...Mother, what is...what are you doing?"
Nan Menrong glanced sideways at her. After resting for a few days, he felt better, but he still couldn't get out of bed and walk.
She leaned on the cushions at the head of the bed and said slowly: "I heard that Feng Nu's blood can detoxify all kinds of poisons and cure all diseases. I'm afraid I won't get better for a while now, but I want to go for a walk early.
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She looked at Feng Qingyin, whose face turned pale, and snorted coldly: "How have I always treated you?"
"Mother...Mother has always been very kind to Qingyin." Feng Qingyin already knew what they wanted to do, and her delicate body suddenly trembled.
"Empress!" She was in a panic and wanted to run away, but she knew that if she ran away, she would definitely die.
"Empress, you...what do you want? I...I am Feng Nu, I can't...can't die..."
"Of course I know that you are Feng Nu." If she were not Feng Nu, would she still have the life to stay here and talk to her now?
Nan Menrong snorted coldly: "Since you are Feng Nu, you should contribute to me. Now, I am seriously injured. I just want a little blood from you to heal the injury. Are you still being wronged?"
Does Feng Qingyin really want to rush out and ask for a little bit of her blood? No, it's definitely not as simple as a little bit.
Nan Menrong is vicious by nature and never takes other people's lives seriously. If she can't be cured, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive either!
"Mother, Qingyin's body is weak. If she bleeds again, I'm afraid Qingyin won't be able to survive!"
"If you really can't survive, then don't live anymore!" Nan Menrong's face darkened, "What do you mean, Feng Nu? You have been with me for so long, can you be of any help to me?"
She spent so much effort on her in vain, but she didn't expect that in the end, he wouldn't even give her any blood!
What benefit would it bring to me if such a woman stayed with Heng'er?
