Lonely king and the widowed woman

On both sides of her were eight maidservants. Four people hold red square umbrellas, four people hold ox horn lamps, and Eight maids are only about 15 or 16 years old. They wear a dignified bun on their head, which makes the woman in the middle more graceful and affectionate. The thin waist exposed outside is like a boneless willow and a thin gauze skirt, which is cool and refreshing. In her chest, there is a flame like red mark, such as beads, such as treasure, beautiful like fire, like a manzhushahua blooming in the night, flirtatious, sexy, hooked, and full of charm.

"Whoever dares to say I'm immoral will be in a hurry."

Mo jiuxiao hissed, but no one heard except Xiao Qian.

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by beauty, Mo Jiu was uneasy again.

Is this the same-sex repulsion? She's jealous that people have bigger breasts than her?

Without waiting for her to understand, the woman said Jiao didi: "the little prince and the Privy envoy came from a long way. I'm sorry that my concubine couldn't meet you far. I hope your highness and your envoy will forgive me." Jiao's voice was like blowing waves from the lake. It was soft and ironed. Such a woman was very destructive to men.

Sure enough, song Ao is bloodless.

He laughed, "you woman have a little eyesight. Come on, let your right deacon hand over the princess."

The woman smiled gently and answered song Ao's words, but her eyes glanced softly at Xiao Qian, "I am the right deacon of the Mohist family. My surname is Shang, and my single name is an elegant word. The little princess came to Shangxian villa to be a guest. I didn't mean to arrest her. In fact, because the princess is still angry, if you have to come to Xiaoshi Jun to leave, I will..."

She paused and said in a softer voice, "I have to bother Xiao Sujun to go in person."

No matter which dynasty or generation, no underworld organization has the courage to openly oppose the imperial court, kidnap the princess and coerce the prince and privy envoy, unless it wants to rebel - this explanation works.

Mo Jiu was thinking about it. Song Ao had already talked to Shang ya. This guy was also a face watcher. He spoke to beauty in a much softer voice. "I'd like to leave if you'd mind the right deacon taking in her sister and harassing your house for so long. Where is she?"

Shangya chuckled and Fu Shen bowed, "Your Highness, forgive me. I really can't persuade the princess to come out. In my opinion, it's late and it's hard for you to come here. It's better to go in and have a rest first, and then talk to the princess. Maybe she will come back."

Speaking of this, she suddenly smiled and looked at Muru. "I haven't seen deacon Zuo for a long time. I happen to have some help affairs. I want to talk to him."

Mo Wu's eyes were deep and his lips were silent, but song Ao had stepped his legs, "that's good."

If song Ao is the most distinguished person in this group, Xiao Qian is in a high position and is just a minister. The little prince is confused by beauty and can't hold nine cows.

In the bottom of his heart, Mo Jiu greeted song Ao's ancestors from the Jurassic era until the 21st century. Just then, he quietly approached Mo Wu and asked, "elder martial brother, is this witch really the right deacon?"

It seems that he doesn't want to mention the elegant thing. Mo Wang lightly "Hmm", strides forward, thinks about it and lowers his head, "when you enter the villa, you follow me around and don't run around." finally, he ordered Mo ling'er, "take care of her."

"Oh." ling'er flashed a pair of big eyes and was very close to Mo Jiu. "You look like your sister."

Mo Jiu glanced at her, "do you want to recognize me as your sister?"

Ling'er was happy, "OK, OK."

Mo Jiu was unhappy: "originally I wanted to recognize you, but you didn't recognize me. As soon as I was sad, I changed my mind."