Concubine training the night king

Chapter 45 Mother-in-law, you still have the face to smile 2
"If you want to sleep, you sleep, I want to sleep on my own bed!" He glanced at her dissatisfied, took off all his coats, and lay down in peace.

The injured foot was placed on top of the other foot, with Erlang's legs crossed.

Fang Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, she forgot that the man in front of her was not a gentleman at all, and she didn't know what it means to be sympathetic to a woman.

Fortunately, Cui Zhu still said that he was so good, Cui Zhu was blind, and even said that he was good to him?

"Alas..." Fang Xiaoxiao suddenly sighed, and acted as if she had hurt her heart.

Mochizuki frowned silently, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, what is this woman feeling sad about?
"It's really pitiful to have so many beauties in Qunfang Pavilion. Tonight, they will be alone again in the empty boudoir." Fang Xiaoxiao said pretendingly, while speaking, she sighed and shook her head.

"I see, the prince should go and comfort those beauties who are empty, lonely and hateful."

He snorted, this sentence is the point.

She wants to go to Qunfang Pavilion by herself, so this room belongs to her?This woman is too beautiful, don't think about it.

"My concubines, all of them know what women's virtue is. If I don't go, they will live in peace, and they will never feel empty and lonely."

Fang Xiaoxiao looked at him contemptuously. Wouldn't that group of women be empty, lonely and hateful?The last time they went by themselves, they wanted to tear themselves apart at first.

Fang Xiaoxiao stopped arguing with him now, and sat on the desk in the room by herself.

Picking up the brush, dipped in the ink, and drew a rectangular square on a piece of white paper.

Next to it, there are several sheets of white paper filled with squares. If you look carefully, isn't that just our modern mahjong...

Fang Xiaoxiao thought, anyway, she will draw these things tonight, and when he wakes up tomorrow, she will go to bed by herself.

Mochizuki Wuyin saw that she had been drawing something there, and she didn't intend to come back for a long time, and his doubts deepened. He got out of bed, walked lightly behind her, and watched her holding a brush in some On the square, a few things were clicked.

Xie Jun's face was full of doubts.

What is this woman painting?Why has he never seen it?

Flatbread?Unlike ah, flatbread is round.

"What are you drawing?" After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out why.

Fang Xiaoxiao screamed, and just took the brush to dip in the ink, but when she heard his voice, she couldn't help loosening her fingers, and the brush fell into the ink, splashing some ink spots.

Among them, a few drops splashed on the tip of Fang Xiaoxiao's nose and the corners of her eyes, as well as Mochizuki's cheeks and chin.

"You're going to scare people to death!" Fang Xiaoxiao covered her little heart, how long had he been standing behind, why didn't he say a word?
He looked at the ink, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Mother, what kind of ink are you using?"

What kind of ink, Fang Xiaoxiao was a little puzzled why he would ask this question: "What kind of ink is there, isn't it the one on your table?" Speaking of this ink, she still got a little angry.I didn't expect this ink to be really polished, and it took a long time to polish the color.

Hearing this, there was an indescribable sense of terror in Mochizuki's silent eyes.

"Ma'am, that's a thousand-year-old black ink..." He gritted his teeth and said.

"Thousand-year-old black ink?" Didn't she expect that ink can be divided into ages?However, what did he say to himself?
(End of this chapter)