Chapter 423

There was no movement that night. The next day, Xiuyun was sent back to her own yard. Everyone thought that Xiuyun had won the favor of Her Highness, and the side imperial concubine was just around the corner. They were all ready to follow suit. However, there was no movement after the event, and Xiuyun was closed from then on.

Half a year later, she happened to meet Xiuyun. She was shocked to find that her face was yellow and thin, and she was in a trance. She had a few words with her, and she answered the question with the wrong horse's mouth. The more she thought about it, the more strange she was. After she left, she turned back and saw Xiuyun staring at the water with gravel and murmured: "spit on me..."

Without a word, she heard a cold sweat. The water drifted out from afar and flew out on the surface of the water with a radiance of crystal light. As soon as it was bright and gone, it sank. The beauty of women like these flowers was in an instant and disappeared in an instant.

Later, Xiuyun's body drifted in the lake where she had played water drifter. She committed suicide.

From then on, she never thought about something. After the death of the prince, she didn't need to think about it. As long as she was good at herself, it would be better for her to be lonely than to float on the lake.

She was noticed by Her Highness last year in a dispute with a concubine.

She pushed the concubine into the water, laughing coldly in the other party's screams. When I turned back, I saw her royal highness standing in the Pavilion by the lake, looking at her from a distance.

At that moment, his Highness's eyes were far away, with a smile of memory.

She thought she was dead, and knelt down in silence, but he looked at her for a long time without saying a word. She knelt in the mud and refused to speak obstinately. The wet corner of her clothes and the cold moonlight soaked her muscles and bones, and a faint cold fragrance was faintly felt. The corner of his robe had brushed her side silently.

She heard his voice a little melancholy, so light a sentence.

"No one is you..."

You? who are you? Is she different? Or?

She couldn't understand. From then on, he treated her a bit differently. Her indifference and propriety seemed to please him. She had done several things carefully and reliably, and he gradually gave her some trust.

When she had a day, she thought, maybe they were all wrong before. People like him could not capture his heart because they were mediocre and vulgar. Only those who could do things for him could get his attention.

Now Is she in his favor?

She was so happy, so happy.

In those nights, she turned on the lamp to make clothes, and left it aside in the day. She knew that all the things he had told her, even if she had not been told to keep it secret, must be treated with care. It was because of this that she could get his permission to get a little closer.

I don't feel tired when I stay up late to make clothes.

Just feel boundless joy, dense flowers, like this fine stitched multicolored silk thread, the soft sound of the needle tip pricking on the brocade, in the night, the five color blurred net.

The heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots in it. Each knot is a beautiful dream. Although it is frozen, it is still gorgeous.

Under the palace lantern boil red eyes, but the eyes rippling with a smile, with a kind of mood for their own wedding dress.

She didn't think that the dress would be worn by others. Her Highness would never bring a brothel girl into the mansion when she was in the outflow. Her Highness had countless concubines in her house, but no one could really get close to him except herself. Your highness, there is no other woman.

Your highness always likes to make such a detour With a faint smile, she rubbed her numb fingers under the lamp at night.

The most elaborate embroidery is the lining. Women in the happiest and most important moment of life, should be matched with the most beautiful lining, only for the most beloved person to see.

However, in the past, she felt that the elegant and elegant posture of a woman in the past would help her to die.

She dreamt that the shadow of the candle in the golden hook of the brocade tent was crimson, reflecting her jade skin like the morning glow and the deep snow. At that time, the scenery on her chest was like the invitation of her, which made him deeply intoxicated.

It was a little teasing behind her Lengyan, and she wanted him to understand.

To this day, he did not understand, but she did.

He always thought that there was no woman in his heart. He always thought that no one could stand by his side. He always thought that being able to do things for him was to match his woman.

However, at the moment when I entered the door today, I saw the dress and his expression on her side. I heard his light but caring tone. Looking at the woman, her face was normal but her posture was noble. She walked in a manner similar to him. She also had a sense of aloofness and nobility. However, it was not a woman's delicate dignity, but the Royal Highness's That kind of, used to point out the nobility.

She suddenly understood everything.

He didn't want assistants and men.

What he wants is a woman who can be parallel or even conquer him, like a pair of dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky, dancing all over the world.

Those gentle and charming small means of selling crazy, those women's tricks of indulging in hard to get, can't arouse the blood of the king's body, and can't rise to the emotion of freezing for many years.

It turns out that So.She laughed bleakly.

With the underwear that she thought belonged to her, she went forward.

The most popular style in the market, this belly bag only covers half of the chest, half exposed and connected with dozens of ribbons, which are respectively tied from the front of the neck, armpit and waist side. The yellow ribbons crisscross and are tightly tied to the exquisite body posture. It has a masochistic meaning and can most arouse the aggressive blood in men's body.

Manchun puts the silk ribbon around the neck of her belly pocket on fengzhiwei's neck. The corners of her eyes pass over her earlobes. The earlobes are smooth and smooth, and there are no ear holes. However, when you are very close, you can vaguely see the place that should have been the ear hole, which seems to be covered by something of the same color.

Man Chun's eyes, you jump, and then turn away, slowly, the ribbon tension.

The ribbon has a loose knot. Pull back to untie it. Pull forward - it's a dead knot.

The nails stained with crimson Cardan slipped along the ribbon and then slid behind.

Fingertips, pick.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly smiles.

"This dress Is it yours? "

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