Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Last night she was well prepared and ordered Baiji to keep watch. If Zijin, she might cry out at this time.

Being true to herself was one thing, but what she needed now was a right-hand man who could do things for her.

Thinking about it in my heart, I put a little thought on this matter.

It seemed that Helan Mo Su was indeed tired. When he woke up, Shui Ningyan had already changed and was sitting in front of the mirror combing her black hair.

She was wearing a light yellow simple palace dress today, and she looked extremely light. With her back to him, he could only see Shui Ningyan's long black hair, hanging down her waist like a waterfall.

Inadvertently, she looked back at Helan Mosu who was lying on the bed, and met his seductive peach blossom eyes.

At this moment, he was lying comfortably on the bed, with a smile on his lips, staring at her with burning eyes.

Seeing this, Shui Ningyan smiled faintly, with a hint of shyness on her face, "The prince is up?"

Hearing this, Helan Mosu turned over and got up from the bed, strolled leisurely in the courtyard behind Shui Ningyan, and took the ebony comb from her hand, "Didn't I say that in the future, let me comb your hair for you?" Do it?"

Helan Mo Su seemed to be inadvertent, and while combing Shui Ningyan's long hair, he said lightly.

"The concubine sees that the prince is still awake, so I have to do the combing for the prince." Shui Ningyan calmly responded to Helan Mosu's question, with a touch of sweet tenderness on her face.

It looks like she is in love, she is lovable like an ignorant little girl, and her charming face is much more charming than ordinary little girls, making people want to hold Shui Ningyan In the palm of your hand, take good care of it.

"It's my fault." A gleam appeared in Helan Mosu's eyes, and there was tenderness in the eyes looking at Shui Ningyan.

Dun Dun said again: "Since I got up late, let's make up for my concubine today."

"How to make it up?" Shui Ningyan raised her eyebrows, and looked at Helan Mosu with resentment.

Smiling lightly, Helan Mosu's seductive eyes lowered slightly, "Father once promised me that I don't have to go to the morning court today, I can take you out for a stroll, presumably you don't know much about the capital yet?"

When Shui Ningyan heard the words, her heart moved. When she came to this country of Chu, she had never had the opportunity to visit the lakes and mountains here. What Helan Mosu said was exactly what she wanted.

She nodded shyly, and took the ebony comb from Helan Mosu's hand, "His Royal Highness will comb your hair, but I'm afraid you don't understand these things, so I'd better do it myself."

"Well, then you can do it yourself." Helan Mo Su didn't stop her, following Shui Ningyan's intentions, she watched her put her hair up in an ordinary bun in front of the mirror, without losing everyone's solemn demeanor.

Appreciation faintly appeared in his eyes, and Helan Mosu came to the bed, pulled out the crescent scimitar he was wearing with him, and quickly cut his right index finger.

The blade is sharp, and with a light cut, blood gushes up.

Shui Ningyan saw Helan Mosu's actions from the bronze mirror, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled in relief.

He was impeccable in his work, and this opponent really wasn't as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

He Lan Mo Su touched the surging blood in his hands under the brocade quilt they slept in last night, and he never even frowned.

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