In the new house, Ming Fei was placed on the marriage bed by his subordinates and sat on it.

The little maid she brought from her mother's house stood by the door with the people of the palace, and she was the only one in the new house.

Ming Fei lifted the hijab and took out a box of rouge from his arms.

It was when the subordinates were putting on makeup for her, that she secretly hid.

If you want to keep your innocence, you can only sacrifice your skin.

She walked over to the dresser and sat down, looking at the clear mirror that could clear the pores of a person's face, and she felt inexplicably familiar.

Such a clear mirror should not be a product of ancient times, but it seems that there was such a mirror in the ancient times in which she lived, and it was a mirror with high clarity made by the formula provided by someone she knew.

It seems that in the place where she lived a long time ago, every house has a clearly visible mirror.

It's just that the memory is too far away for her to remember.

Without thinking much about it, Ming Fei applied rouge to his face.

After a while, a swarthy pockmarked face appeared in the mirror.

"It's ugly. ”

Ming Fei loves beauty the most, and let her dress herself like this, but she is really wronged.

There is no way, in order to keep her innocence, she can only do this.

Ming Fei saw the food on the table from the mirror, and she licked her lips.

In the morning, she didn't even drink saliva, and was called up to pick up, let alone eat.

Therefore, at this moment, Ming Fei is very hungry, and her hungry chest is attached to her back.

Fortunately, there were offerings on the table, so she ate them first.

After eating and drinking, Ming Fei began to think of a way to deal with the ninth prince who had killed eight princesses.

She raised her hand and touched her face, her current face was miserable, the rumored handsome Nine Princes should not be interested in her, after all, the Nine Princes are just wives, not concubines and concubines, there must be no shortage of women, and they will definitely not be interested in their ugly women.

……

At night, Ming Fei leaned on the bed and took a nap, and the greeting of the maid sounded outside the door: "Lord Wang." ”

Ming Fei woke up instantly, she hurriedly pressed the scissors under her buttocks and covered her red hijab.

With a "creak", the door opened, and a steady and restrained footstep entered the room.

The door closes.

Footsteps approached the bed.

Ming Fei's fists were clenched, and her right hand was placed on the side of her right leg, which could draw the scissors in an instant to defend herself.

Just when Ming Fei's nerves were highly tense, the tip of her nose suddenly smelled a fragrance, and then, her brain was confused for a moment.

A word popped up in her head: fan||Medicine.

Ming Fei under the red hijab bit her tongue with her teeth, and the stinging pain hit, and her confusion decreased.

She pretended to have been tricked and fell to the side, unconscious.

In fact, his right hand tightly grasped the scissors under him.

The man walked to the bedside, stopped, sighed twice, and said, "Another short-lived ghost." ”

After saying that, the person who came bent down and leaned towards Ming Fei.

At the same time as the visitor's hand reached out to Ming Fei, she moved......

The scissors were so sharp that they could not be concealed and struck at the neck of the comer.

Unexpectedly, the person on the bed suddenly woke up and attacked, he didn't notice it for a while, and hid half a beat slowly, although his neck was hidden, but a strand of hair was shaved off.

Ming Fei's hijab had already fallen, and her half-squinted beautiful eyes saw a man wearing a ghost mask.

She snorted coldly and struck at the masked man again.

The masked man dodged, dodged the scissors, stepped forward, and held Ming Fei's wrist holding the scissors.

"Let go!" the masked man has a black face.

He had dealt with the cave eight times, and this was the ninth time, and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.