Prince please enthrone

Chapter 417 Turning the Peak [Part [-]]
"Why isn't your lord wearing clothes?" Ye Lizhi asked casually.

"Cough." No matter how thick-skinned Feng Yang Wang was, he couldn't just say that he was trying to seduce people. He rolled his eyes and said with a little distress:

"I have too many clothes, I don't know which one to wear today, why don't you help me choose one, my concubine, how about it?"

"Okay." Ye Lizhi was combing his hair, smiling at him reflected in the mirror with his eyes bent, "then wait for me, my lord, and I'll pick it out for you after I comb it."

"Um……"

Seeing the three thousand black hairs adorning the little woman's thin back like a waterfall, a faint halo appeared in the early morning sun, it was truly beautiful, Feng Qing felt a little itchy, leaned over and said:

"Why don't I come and comb it for you."

"You know how to comb your hair?" Ye Lizhi was surprised, "Can you put it in a bun?"

"Will... right? Well, if you can't learn it, just teach me."

The big hand involuntarily snatched away the peach-wood comb in her hand, and the naked-chested man stood behind her, holding up a strand of black hair with a serious expression, and the touch was as smooth and cool as imagined.

Like a clear stream in the mountains, slowly flowing through the warm palms.

Ye Lizhi looked at the scene in the brass mirror, although it was warm, but more...it was funny.

Pfft... helping her comb her hair naked, why does this picture... get more lewd|sexy?

Ye Lizhi's face was a little red.

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If you think about it any further, the full text will be mosaiced!
Ye Lizhi straightened her body, sat upright, and pressed her lips tightly so that she would not laugh out loud.

The prince took the comb and combed it behind her...

After half a quarter of an hour passed, Ye Lizhi's back was sore, and she couldn't help asking: "My lord, your hair has been straightened out a long time ago, don't you want to tie it up?"

"Uh..." Feng Qing reluctantly let go of the hair in her hand, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on Jun's face: "This king won't..."

Won't help her comb her hair again!

Ye Lizhi raised his hand helplessly: "Give me back the comb, I'll comb it for you after I learn it."

"Oh." Fengqing put the comb in her palm obediently, but she refused to leave, but looked at her in the mirror stupidly, revealing her idiot attributes.

Ye Lizhi didn't care too much, and planned to get her hair up quickly so that she could pick out clothes for that exhibitionist, but when she glanced at it unintentionally, a familiar image flashed through her mind.

It seems... some time ago, someone stood behind her like this, combed her hair, and looked at her in the mirror with such eyes.

Who is he?

Ye Lizhi tried hard to think, but the final result was just a mass of dark shadows that could not even be distinguished from her figure, so she had to give up, thinking that maybe it was the prince who combed her hair on a whim in the past , I didn't think deeply about it, so I just let it go.

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For three days after the imperial court was over, An Ruhui stayed in the hall where the coffin was parked. He couldn't take off his clothes and couldn't eat. He only occasionally asked the palace servants to bring a cup of tea to take a sip when he was thirsty. He never left the coffin for a moment. people.

When Wan Yawei came to the door, she happened to meet the palace servant who returned without success and was holding the meal in her hand. She couldn't help being furious, but when she turned her head, she couldn't utter a word if she wanted to reprimand——

The man sat beside the coffin, motionless, like a breathing statue.

In the empty hall, under the dim light, that figure was so lonely...and sad.

Wan Yawei couldn't help softening her expression, walked in slowly, came to his side and asked softly:

"Your Majesty, why don't you eat something? Your body won't be able to take it anymore."

An Ruhui spoke, his voice fragmented: "I can't eat."

"Then at least drink some porridge! Are you like this... Are you torturing yourself or her? When she sees you like this, will she rest in peace and feel at ease?!"

"Heh," An Ruhui sneered when he heard this, and said bitterly:
"She left me, so she wouldn't rest in peace, let alone feel at ease. She asked for it herself! Did she think that she would be relieved if she left me? Don't think about it! I want her to live in peace down there! , let her look at me, miss me, worry about me, and blame myself for me. In this way... she won't be willing to reincarnate, and she won't forget me because of that bowl of Mengpo soup..."

Wan Yawei was taken aback by her anger without warning, she thought to herself that this person is not too sad, is he crazy?
But the last sentence was the most humble begging with a steep drop in tone, like a murmur, which made the nose sore for those who listened.

Wan Yawei hurriedly turned her face away, raised her sleeve and wiped her eyes indiscriminately.

Just at this time, someone came to report from outside the door, saying that someone had come to express condolences for Ye Lizhi, the former concubine of the prince and now the empress.

Many people came to express their condolences to Ye Lizhi. After all, Ye Lizhi's current status was there. Even if it was just to please the new emperor, those ministers were rushing to show their heartbreak.

An Ruhui was so annoyed by this, she waved her hand and refused without thinking, "No see!"

"Yes." The little eunuch bowed and stepped back, before he reached the threshold, he heard a suppressed cry coming from behind him—"Third Sister!!!"

He was startled, and hurriedly wanted to tell them that His Majesty had just said that he would not let them in, when the young woman who saw the coffin seemed to be a different person, pushed him away rudely, and ran in staggeringly.

"Hey! Hey, hello..."

Just as the little eunuch wanted to call her to stop, he fell on his butt first, and before he could get up, he was stepped back by the person who followed him: "Bo Yu, wait for me!"

"What kind of evil is this..." The little eunuch hurriedly shouted at their backs in vain: "You all come back to our family!!!"

Ye Baiyu didn't care, rushed to the coffin and burst into tears.

An Ruhui frowned fiercely, turned around and saw her, and remembered that she seemed to be Ye Lizhi's most beloved younger sister, so she didn't say anything, and suppressed the dissatisfaction that the peace was broken.

Zheng Yunzhi followed closely behind, while comforting his beloved wife, he was also shocked by the tragic situation of the people in the coffin.

"This... is this really the third young lady of Ye Mansion, Miss Ye?"

Seeing that An Ruhui was immersed in her own world again, Wan Yawei hastily said, "Yes. She was brought back by my subordinates who stayed there, so there should be no mistake."

Occupational diseases as an imperial physician began to occur, Zheng Yunzhi asked his wife to vent for a while, got up to observe the corpse carefully, and asked: "How did she die?"

Wan Yawei 囧囧 was intrigued, thinking that the eyes of your old man grow on the buttocks, this guy is almost burnt to a piece of charcoal, can't you see it?

But she still said patiently: "According to reports from those who came back, they were burned to death."

"Burn to death?"

Zheng Yunzhi pondered for a while, then raised his hand and looked towards the person in the coffin without respect!

(End of this chapter)