Evil concubine commits peach blossom

Sure enough, women in ancient times generally did not leave the gate without leaving the second door. In the past few days in the princess's mansion, Yuhan occasionally went out shopping with Mao Ting, and stayed in the house alone, either painting or practicing calligraphy. Everyone's ladylike style.

This makes Mao Ting sigh again and again. It seems that it is good for her to be so chic in her previous life, at least not as miserable as the girls in ancient times. If she can only stay in the mansion every day, planting flowers , planting grass, with her temperament, she would probably go crazy.

Mao Ting shook her head, changed her clothes, and took off her makeup. The woman who appeared in the mirror had no makeup on, but had a face that was peerless.

Mao Ting smiled faintly at herself in the mirror, stood up, turned around and blew a kiss to the little fox, and waved goodbye with a smile: "Xia Xia, you have to take good care of your house."

Xiao Xiaxia raised her paws to free her blue hair, a certain fox let out a pitiful whine, lying on the bed sadly watching her master go out in a cool way, crying from the bottom of her heart, it also wanted to go out to play, hoo hoo.

If her master knows that the little fox Xia Xia wants to play again, she will laugh at it for being naughty again, but there is a reason why Mao Ting didn't take Xia Xia. Han was the one who chose the gift, and she was going to go to the mountains tomorrow. It was a rare time for her to come, and she couldn't accompany her. She felt very sorry, so she bought a gift for Yuhan.

Mao Ting wandered aimlessly on the street for a long time, people came and went on the street, the admiration and nympho from those men, and the jealous and envious eyes from those women were all automatically ignored by her.

After a long time, Mao Ting finally helped Yuhan choose a beautiful pearl bracelet in a jewelry store. This bracelet is inlaid with five diamonds, which are connected by simple and continuous lines, harmonious like a melody. Glittering like flickering notes, just in line with Yuhan's gentle and graceful temperament.

The shopkeeper sent the big customer out of the door happily, and looked at the woman's back in doubt. When did such a rich and beautiful lady come out in this capital? I don't know which lady is so beautiful. The number one beauty, Su Yuhan, was compared.

"Come and see it, come and buy it, it's a rare item from heaven, and it's on sale at a low price." There were cries of selling on the street one after another, but this one aroused Mao Ting's curiosity.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the place full of people in front of her. Before she got close, she heard the curious questioning voices of curious people: "Are you fooling people?"

"What is this thing? Look, it's still moving? Suspect? There's also the sound of Didi Dada?"

"Wang Lei, you didn't drink too much last night, you didn't have any money to spend, so you came here to cheat again?" said a neighbor who knew Wang Lei's usual drinking habit.

All of a sudden, there was continuous laughter from the crowd like a sea tide.

Through the crowd, Mao Ting saw the young man named Wang Lei blushing, and said hurriedly: "I don't have it, this thing really fell from the sky, I was drinking in the yard at that time, bang It just fell into the water tank in the yard. You don’t know the situation at that time. The thing fell from the sky with a bang, and the water in the water tank splashed everywhere, which shocked me. .”

"Dropped from the sky? Are you talking about Yu Xuanhu? Who would believe it? Hahahahaha." The crowd burst into laughter again.

"I believe." The man's magnetic voice was like a deep and confusing vortex.

"I believe" the woman's voice was as clear and cold as pearls falling on a jade plate.

The two voices came out at the same time, and the people watching the show turned their heads one after another, only to see a man and a woman, one on the left side and one on the right side, walking towards this side in opposition.

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, just enough for him (or her) to see each other clearly, and successfully made the two men and women who were walking towards each other stunned.

There was a sigh from the crowd. This man was dressed in a red robe, with fiery red long hair, jade-like skin and pale pink lips, his face was carved like a sculpture, and the peach blossom eyes under the sword-shaped eyebrows, the moment he saw Mao Ting, there was A flash of surprise or joy flashed away.

At this time, everyone realized, red clothes and red hair, isn't this Mr. Qi Xie, one of the husbands of that wicked princess?

Looking at the other side, the woman is wearing a long gardenia dress and a brocade cloak with orchid sleeves. Her hair is simply tied up in a simple cloud bun and tied up with a jade hairpin. She has exquisite facial features. The slender eyebrows like willow smoke, the pale lead, the creamy skin, the cool look, the fresh and refined temperament, without makeup, it is enough to make a country and a city.

The two walked towards the stall facing each other. When he and she stopped in front of the stall together, they attracted the attention of everyone on the scene. Together, they look like a pair of handsome men and beautiful women walking out of a painting. They are so beautiful that people can't bear to take their eyes off them. This is simply a golden boy and a beautiful girl! ! !

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