Princess, be nice

Chapter 241 Fatal Temptation Not To Kiss

The maids fell into the huanghuali wooden box that was pressed at the bottom of the dowry.

Qing Yan opened it lightly, and exclaimed, "This is the blood jade hairpin, the son of the world is so kind to you."

Even the blood jade hairpin was given to the imperial concubine.

Yuan Changhuan saw that the other maids were also shocked, so he calmly raised his twinkling peach eyes, and raised them slightly, "Isn't it just a jade hairpin, what's the fuss about it?"

"The imperial concubine doesn't know that this is no ordinary jade hairpin."

Vermilion lips pursed lightly, and Yuan Changhuan's eyes dimmed. Of course, she knew that it was not an ordinary jade hairpin, and she looked very expensive.

He replied nonchalantly, "Oh? Could it be that this jade hairpin has some shocking secrets?"

Seeing that the imperial concubine's reaction was mediocre, Qingyan continued, "The last time I saw the blood jade hairpin was when the old concubine was alive."

Before Siqing, they were all maidservants in Xie Ci's grandmother's courtyard. Before Xie Ci's marriage, Xingzhixuan had no maids, and it was Yuan Changhuan who had passed through the house, so Xie Ci sent these four maidservants from the deceased grandmother's courtyard to serve her.

"This blood jade hairpin is a relic left by the old concubine to the son."

This is also the reason why Qingyan was surprised. She thought that the son was just doting on the concubine. After all, the concubine is really beautiful. I didn't expect...

Looking at the blood hosta in his hand, Yuan Changhuan suddenly felt that it was heavy and burning his hands.

"Concubine Shizi, do you still use it?"

Qing Wan asked cautiously.

Yuan Changhuan quickly closed his eyes, "Yeah."

The already magnificent and enchanting face perfectly complemented the blood jade hairpin.

After finishing makeup, looking at the beauty in the mirror, Yuan Changhuan was in a good mood.

As a woman, when she sees herself beautiful, all displeasure is swept away.

Especially Yuan Changhuan's temperament that regards beauty as his life.

"The concubine is so beautiful."

"Of course the concubine is beautiful."

The former is a compliment from Yuduan.

The latter is a clear male voice.

Yuan Changhuan's hand holding the bronze mirror paused for a moment, without turning his head, he continued to appreciate his own beauty. Who else could be the man who could step into this room without a sound, besides thanking him.

The red lips that were painted with lip balm slightly hooked, thinking casually.

Seeing that Yuan Changhuan ignored him, Xie Ci raised his hand and waved away the servant girls.

As soon as the maids saw the expression of the son, they immediately bowed their heads respectfully and retreated.

When the door was closed, only the hem of the ivory white robe of the eldest son was entangled with the hem of the imperial concubine's skirt embroidered with delicate patterns.

"Why ignore me?"

Yuan Changhuan looked at himself in the mirror, his shoulders suddenly sank.

Being hugged from behind.

The low and moist voice is like a clear spring, bit by bit into the ears.

Fingers fell on Yuan Changhuan's black hair, "This blood jade hairpin looks best on you."

"Your grandmother's relic, why did you give it to me?"

Yuan Changhuan asked coolly.

"It's not my grandmother, it's our grandmother." Xie Ci corrected.

"Okay, our grandmother." Yuan Changhuan didn't bother to argue with him about such things, "Why give it to me?"

Hearing Yuan Changhuan finished speaking, Xie Ci's deep laughter was obvious, "Since it's our grandmother, what's the difference between putting it here with you and my husband, who can't wear this hairpin."

Said frankly and confidently.

Yuan Changhuan was unable to refute.

but noticed...

Xie Ci's thin lips were getting closer and closer, and Yuan Changhuan directly blocked them with a bronze mirror, revealing a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, at this time the peach blossom eyes were filled with teasing and looseness, "Wait a minute."

Thin lips pressed against the cold bronze mirror, Xie Ci didn't care, "What's wrong? No kiss?"

Yuan Changhuan stood up casually, withdrew from Xie Ci's embrace, and tidied up the skirt he had just wrinkled.

Only then did he say with a smile, "I'm about to go out, and the makeup I put on with great difficulty cannot be ruined by the son."

Saying that, she touched her lips with her fibrous hand.

The obviously natural movements carry a fatal temptation.

(End of this chapter)