The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Sima Yang let out a muffled laugh, and followed my words: "It's just like a piece of pancake, right?"

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Damn what people just wanted to talk about was the very "poetic" watermelon, and they compared the potholes on the moon to watermelon seeds!The bastard Sima Yang interrupted my train of thought!

I curled my lips and made a ferocious grimace: "Yeah, that's wrong, I'm not so earthy, I compared the moon to pancakes!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I wished I could slap myself hard... [

Qian Eyue, you cramp-headed guy, not long ago, on a small boat on the sea, you obviously compared the moon to a pancake in the old land...

Sima Yang looked at me with great interest, his eyes sparkled with scorching light: "Oh? Then Miss Huiyue, what do you want to compare the moon to this time?"

I stood up unhurriedly, put my hands side by side, and posed a posture of holding a plate towards the sky. I raised my head and said triumphantly: "Ah,

The moon is so round, it looks like a green watermelon..."

After finishing speaking, I jumped up to Sima Yang, put my hands on my cheeks, and blinked my bright eyes: "How is it? How is it? It's a metaphor of 'poetic and picturesque', right?"

"Cough! There is such a bit of 'poetry'." Sima Yang's facial muscles trembled slightly, his eyebrows and nose were all wrinkled, and his shoulders kept trembling, as if he was holding back something: "Ms. How do you describe the little black spot on the moon?"