The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I stared at them intently, raised the stick in my hand, and bit the shiny golden pigeon as if venting my anger.Wow, it's so hot, it's so hot that my tongue will melt!

Throwing the pigeon in my hand towards Sima Yang, I lowered my head, stretched out my tongue, waved my palm with a "hush, wheeze", and fanned wildly...

While fanning the wind, out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the two people not far away. ( )→

In the flickering flames, Hu Xiang leaned on Sima Yang's shoulder, twitching his shoulders, his eyes were wet from crying, Sima Yang had a doting smile on his face, and patted Hu Xiang's head again and again, softly comfort.

On the continuous stretch of grass, two slender shadows overlapped, elongated and then elongated, as if solidified, even if the grass was lightly blown, it could not be shaken a bit...[

Really dazzling!

I glared at them with puffed cheeks, turned over and lay down, closed my eyes, lowered my voice, and kept moving my lips: "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

I don't know how long it took, Hu Xiang's sniffling sound gradually disappeared, and I also fell asleep in a daze.

In my sleep, I dreamed that I found an ancient mirror and returned to modern times with a smile on my face. I sat on a chair with my legs crossed, drinking fragrant oolong tea, and nibbling plump sunflower seeds.Looking at the picture of Sima Yang and Sima Qing in the mirror with a queen face, because they missed me, biting their little hands and washing their faces with tears all day long, they laughed loudly...