Funny concubine: Evil king spoils his wife so much

Looking at his clear purple eyes darkening, Ouyang ziyue felt pity for him for a moment, and thought of the struggles in the court drama, which made people die without mercy.

These seemingly respectable princes may be in a worse situation in private than they are killers!

Since the other party also reported his name, as his "false love Princess", naturally there is no reason to hide it.

"My name is..."

"I know... You are yue'er, Ouyang ziyue." Jun Wuxie looked at her and smiled softly.

His fingers caressed her tender cheeks. He really enjoyed the touch between his fingers. It was so beautiful that he didn't want to let go.

"Why? Why do you know my name? " Ouyang ziyue opened her eyes and looked at the perfect face, inexplicably saving up in her heart.

"Shh - love imperial concubine, the secret of heaven must not be revealed!" Jun Wuxie put his fingers on his sexy lips and picked his eyebrows.

A smile seemed to hang on the corner of his mouth, but the light of his eyes had already surged.

Then he took her to the house, leaving her head tilted and confused.

In front of Ouyang ziyue, the crisp ponytail and the plain face of noodles in clear soup are very disharmonious with the gorgeous pink yarn dress.

She was like a modern opera singer who didn't dress up before going on stage. She danced with charming sleeves and said happily: "Wow, this dress is so beautiful. How about it? Do I look good? "

Jun Wuxie shook her head, and there was a sense of helplessness between her eyebrows: it seems that she has to learn a lot from scratch!

He came to her, took her by the shoulder and looked at her carefully.

Ouyang ziyue blushed and his heart beat with his eyes so deep that he could not help but drop his head like a ball of fire.

"Princess Ai, if you go like this, you will scare the Empress Dowager." Jun Wuxie said bluntly, Lang run's eyes are as bright as ziyue.

"Why not? This is my usual dress! How could I comb such a complicated bun of an ancient woman? And I can't use your cosmetics! " Ouyang ziyue muttered a small mouth and looked embarrassed.

"I'll study again in the future. I'll serve you today!" With a faint smile, Jun Wuxie pressed her on the solid wood chair and faced the pure and lovely woman in the bronze mirror.

"Can you make up?" Ouyang ziyue stared at the tall and handsome man standing behind him, his mouth almost arched into an "O" shape.

He wore a long white crescent dress, with a black elegant belt around his waist. His black hair was tied up and flying with the wind, which set off his evil temperament beautifully and extraordinary.

"When I was young, the makeup of my mother imperial concubine was made up by my king." Jun Wuxie gently stroked Ouyang ziyue's soft hair, and a strong sadness flowed out of his eyes.

Her long hair has a quiet fragrance, sweet but not greasy orchid fragrance, which is really similar to the fragrance on the poor woman's hair.

"Then your mother must be a very beautiful woman. Otherwise, how could she give birth to such a beautiful son?" Ouyang ziyue smiled at the bronze mirror, and the corners of his mouth bent into a beautiful half moon arc.

"Well... It's beautiful, beautiful and refined..." Jun Wuxie murmured, his voice gradually lowered, and gradually almost lost his hearing. "It's a pity that she has died..."