Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 877 Sleeping Together
"Lianyi, big joke, stop making trouble!"

Seeing that she agreed, the ninth princess was startled. Knowing her temperament, she said contemptuously: "Don't tell this princess, which guard do you like?"

"No, that person is not a guard."

The picture under the moonlight last night appeared in Liang Yi's mind, it felt so beautiful, just thinking about it could make people intoxicated.

"He is a male god, a male god who came out of the moon palace."

Liang Yi excitedly grabbed Yuan Zhen's shirt: "I met a male god last night, I kissed him, he has silver hair, and his face is so handsome, none of the men in Xuanyuan Capital can compare to him, he is better than him." The Eight Kings are still handsome..."

Yuan Zhen was startled by her, and her brows were knotted.

"Lianyi, what daydreams do you have early in the morning?"

The ninth princess directly threw a sentence to Yuan Zhen: "Before you start your journey, hurry up, the accompanying imperial physician will come and check her pulse."

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As soon as Mo Xiaowan woke up, he found a big heater sleeping next to him, and put his hands and feet on it in a daze, hugging him to keep warm.

When her consciousness became more and more clear, she opened her eyes and saw the smiling eyes around her looking at her.

It was only then that she remembered that she was now the maid beside the Ninth Princess, and she was so frightened that she jumped up and clutched her chest.

"I, me, why am I here?"

"I'm going to ask you, Miss Feng'er."

As the night passed, her makeup faded, and despite the dim light outside, Xuanyuanchen could still see the familiar little blur clearly.

Cursing the corners of his lips with a half-smile, he jokingly said: "This king also wants to drive you out of the carriage, but Miss Feng'er sleeps like a piggy on this king's bed, and she can't wake up no matter how hard she shakes."

When she fell asleep, she would sleep more deeply.

Mo Xiaowan hesitated and said, "Then why don't you take me to the Ninth Princess' carriage."

"A man and a woman can't kiss each other. This king belongs to the little princess, so I can't hug you."

Xuanyuanchen smiled slightly: "It's not appropriate for the guards to hold her."

In fact, the subtext of the eight kings is that which guard dares to hug you, this king will chop off his hand and feed it to the dog.

Mo Xiaowan's hair was full of black lines, it was not appropriate, so they slept together?
Could it be that this is how he cheated on himself and hooked up with the court lady?

Early in the morning, she was very angry.

Mo Xiaowan was furious: "The Ninth Princess needs someone to take care of her, so I'll go back first."

Because he was sleeping outside blocking the way, Mo Xiaowan, who was angry about getting up, even stepped on him on purpose.

Just as she was about to lift the curtain, Xuanyuan Chen's low laughter swayed in the carriage.

"It's windy outside, remember to cover your head with a cloak."

When he reminded her like this, Mo Xiaowan wondered if her makeup had faded?

Is there any stuffing?
Putting the cloak on his head, he fled to the carriage of the nine princesses.

The imperial physician had just taken Liang Yi's pulse, saying that her pulse was peaceful and she was not sick or in pain.

Liangyi put her hips on her hips, full of momentum: "Miss Ben really saw the male god last night, with long silver hair spreading out like a waterfall, and the robe is also white, and together with the hair, it glows silver in the moonlight ..."

One morning, Jiu Gongzhu and Yuanzhen heard their ears callused, and when they saw Mo Xiaowan put his hands on his head and got into the carriage, it was as if they had met a savior.

"Little Aunt Huang!"

"Sister Wan'er."

Mo Xiaowan took a photo with a bronze mirror: "Yuanzhen, hurry up, put on makeup, it should be the same as yesterday, and you can't show your secrets. Oh, the light in the carriage is dark, he didn't notice it, he didn't notice it."

"correct!"

Yuan Zhen wiped her face clean with a veil, and began to smear her face. Mo Xiaowan turned to look at Liang Yi with a frustrated expression.

"Niu, you are so elegant, are you reciting poems early in the morning?"

(End of this chapter)