The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I bent down and picked up the mirror carefully, turning it over and over again.

Six strokes?This pattern is so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere...

Suddenly, the mirror standing quietly beside the desk came into the scanning range!Immediately, I felt like meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, and meeting the rain after a drought!

I tiptoed, and rushed to the mirror at a speed comparable to that of a rocket, and compared them seriously.

exactly the same!The mirror that fell out of Sima Yang's sleeve is exactly the same as the floor-to-ceiling mirror sent from grandma's house!Seems like the twins are just a highly malnourished, cold! [

Just as I approached, the floor-to-ceiling mirror emitted a faint white light!

Look again, the light is gone!

Is it my delusion?

"What are you looking at?" Sima Yang's crisp voice sounded behind him.

When I turned my head, I saw Sima Yang's black and bright eyebrows shining with velvet luster, curving like a bow, under the long and curly eyelashes, a pair of orange eyes were crystal clear...

God, how can there be such a handsome person, he is simply an active "girl spike"!

I swallowed my saliva unconsciously, and looked at his orange eyes like the clouds in the sky...

Before I came back to my senses, Sima Yang took the small mirror from my hand, looked like a roast suckling pig, and began to study it over and over again, muttering to himself: "Your mirror is at the gate of the city with me. The ones I bought are exactly the same."