Chapter 1517： The little palace lady of the mentally retarded prince (17)

Chapter 1517 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (17)

The system stared at the red line on the wrist of Bai Weiwei, and then it proposed the repair box.

Where the scissors went, this red line is a hidden danger.

Not only going back to modern times may be thunder.

Crossing the plane is lame, and more importantly, it will accelerate the emotional fermentation of Bai Weiwei and increase the burden of the shield.

Still stunned.

The system licked the **** to find the scissors.

The pork belly is already good. Of course, after Bai Weiwei’s hand, I still accidentally burned it.

Charred is charred, the taste is still good, at least people can eat it.

Bai Weiwei is a piece of pork belly, and a piece of pork belly is fed to Ning Jiu Mo.

A big man, thin and sloppy, is really bleak.

Ning Jiu Mo is very well-behaved, sitting quietly beside Bai Weiwei, she feeds him what to eat, even if it is charred food.

He also felt that the bitter bitter taste in his mouth was delicious.

Bai Weiwei felt that she really raised a mentally retarded son.

It’s hard to get a good day.

Fragrant clothes, soft food, take care of his little palace girl.

Even if he is stupid, I know that this is really good.

This wonderful day is easy to pass.

In the evening, Bai Weiwei turned over to find more candle oil lamps and found a large bottle of lamp oil.

She lit the lamp and ordered a few more candles, and the palace finally lit up.

Bai Weiwei had a leisurely time, so he rummaged through most of the palaces.

Also pulled out a large box of books, may be a well-preserved relationship, the book did not fall into the dust.

Bai Weiwei is idle, nothing, casually holding the book and looking up.

For the words of the vertical typesetting, she has no contradiction.

After all, she has become accustomed to these things through so many ancient planes.

Ning Jiu Mo was lying on the bed, quietly covering the quilt, and staring at Bai Weiwei who was reading the book with his eyes lowered.

He licked his lips and was a little uneasy.

I can't bear to fall asleep like this, for fear that she will be gone tomorrow.

A simple stupid heart has only one simple thought.

She gave him delicious food, played with him and made him comfortable.

She is the best person in the world.

He saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, could not help but stretch out his hand from the quilt, and then secretly grabbed a tassel on the belt of her palace skirt.

The skirt of the bottom palace lady is a style.

In order to let the people in the palace watch the celebration, they all wear pink dresses.

Only a relatively high-level palace lady can change a few different skirts.

Ning Jiu Mo used to see these ladies wearing skirts, like the sight of a flood of beasts.

But looking at Bai Weiwei, she found that she wore better than anyone.

Ning Jiu Mo has quietly studied a word, good-looking, good-looking person.

Bai Weiwei noticed that her belt was tight, and she glanced at his hand.

His fingers are very thin, but the shape of the fingertips is very delicate and beautiful, and the fingers are long as bamboo. If you have a long meat, you can surprise others with these hands.

She flipped through the pages of the book and suddenly asked, "His Royal Highness, do you want to listen to the book?"

This is a book of poetry.

Bai Weiwei got it at random, and there are four books and five classics in those books.

Even the top is full of some old antique books that need to be studied.

Ning Jiu Mo knows what book, but she is afraid that she will walk away, immediately round her eyes and nod.

Bai Weiwei smiled softly. She opened the page at random and recited the verse softly.

It is nothing more than a simple gentleman, or a so-called Iraqi person on the water side.

(End of this chapter)