Chapter 79
Dressed in a dazzling red dress, who else is Anling's third son, Jun Moying, who is the most incongruous and most favored by the emperor?
It can be said that there are not too many sons of the Emperor of the Mausoleum. Not to mention among the four kingdoms, even the aristocratic families in Lingjing have a very large number of heirs, because they all have to choose the most suitable heir.

As for Mausoleum Emperor, Ruhua didn't understand a little bit.

"Miss, have we met somewhere?" Ruhua was still thinking about her own affairs, but that evil and magnetic voice came to her ears.

Ruhua was a little stunned, raised her head, and looked at Jun Moying fixedly.

"My lord, your approach to strike up a conversation is out of date." Picturesquely staring at Jun Moying, she replied.

Hearing this sentence, not to mention Jun Moying himself, even everyone present was stunned.

Although you are beautiful, but you are a married woman, why do you think that the King of Shadow with his eyes above the top would want to strike up a conversation with you.

If the impression of this imperial concubine was bold just now, adding a narcissism now, such a more "confident" woman is really unprecedented.

Jun Moying glanced at Ruhua and Jun Mochen beside her, and looked at the woman who was protecting Jun Mochen behind her, her eyes were full of smiles and misery.

He had seen many beautiful women, but he had never seen such...a special woman.

While being fierce, she reveals a touch of gentleness, while being arrogant and self-willed, but with a strong capital.

He could see clearly from the Peach Blossom Festival that this alluring woman would be difficult to control unless she voluntarily.

However, the familiarity he said is true. He used to wear a veil, and his face was faintly visible, but now he took off the veil.

This face is reconciled with another equally arrogant little face in his mind.

Similar expressions, similar attitudes towards people, similar willful behavior.

But if this is the case, what should Moyu do with the years of waiting?

It's not overnight, but eight years. He doesn't know how much affection is needed to wait for someone for such a long time.

He couldn't do it anyway, so he hoped it was the same person.

In fact, it's not that it can't be done, but that the woman you are willing to wait for has not yet appeared.

Jun Moying raised his head and exchanged an exchange with Linghuang to understand the expressions.

Everyone didn't think too much when they heard them talking like this, because the peach blossom event was hosted by the royal family, so it was impossible for Jun Moying to not be present, and Xuanyuan Ruhua was the final winner this time.

But some people just can't see others feel better.

"This concubine's eloquence is really sharp, but after all, she is a woman's family, and some people still avoid certain things. If you do this, you will make the prince sad. However, the prince must also be a person who is open-minded, and his heart has always been so open." The woman sitting on the lower head of Murong Xian obviously belonged to the same group.

And the status is not low, Ruhua thought about it for a while, she turned out to be one of the four concubines Xianfei, it seems that this Murong imperial concubine has a solid foundation in the harem.

Two of the four concubines belong to her.

Concubine Shu did not form any cliques, and has always been alone.

Concubine Li belongs to the queen, and her son, Jun Moying, has always had a close relationship with the queen's son.

Ruhua smiled, she just likes to find fault, right?

She has always been so open-minded, laughing at her family Mo Chen for being stupid, right?
"My concubine heard that the virtuous king is unrestrained, unrestrained, extremely romantic, and merciful everywhere. I am also very envious. My family Mochen is not so lucky." Ruhua looked at Xian concubine with a gentle smile.

(End of this chapter)

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