"Do you remember that there is really no next time......" Xia Xi saw that Gu Pozi's face was pale, and she smiled again, "Mama Gu, I remember that Mama Gu also has a granddaughter who is serving His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson." ”

Mama Gu, who was standing in the cold wind, was icy all over: "Yes, that girl's name is Cui'er." ”

In order to let this granddaughter serve the imperial grandson, their family really spent everything, if there is a case now, their family will really never have a day.

"Mrs. Mi is a rare good master. ”

After Xia Xi finished her unclear sentence, Xiao Yingying turned around and left, she had to hurry up and tell the crown princess Niangniang, His Royal Highness the imperial grandson!

Tut-tut, this wrist, this drama, this scheming ...... I can't see it at all, it turns out that His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson is such a person!

According to the princess's mother's statement, it must be: This flirtatious girl's routine is so deep!

Gu Mama took Xia Xi's words in her mouth and chewed them repeatedly, and finally chewed it and realized that Cui'er was serving the emperor's grandson, but Xia Xi only mentioned the rice lady...... It means that Mrs. Mi will be Cui'er's master in the future...... The imperial grandson will marry Mrs. Mi as the grandson of the imperial concubine?!

Mama Gu suddenly woke up, slapped her thigh, and went straight to the room where Cui'er lived.

But you must not let Cui'er offend Mrs. Mi, Xia Xi's words are clearly said, the princess Niangniang has this meaning in the whole text!

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Mrs. Mi and the imperial grandson shared the same bed and pillow, lying in the bed tent, her eyelashes fluttered, she didn't dare to open her eyes but didn't dare to sleep, she was feverish, she wanted to turn over and was motionless, so tormented, I don't know when the spring sleepiness hit, her consciousness was blurred, and she fell asleep.

Yuyue saw that the breathing of the person next to her stabilized, and slowly stretched out her hand to bring her closer, and after looking at the distance between the two, the imperial grandson Fu stretched out his hand and pulled the person closer.

The two are only an inch apart, Yuyue herself does not move her body, supports the person's waist and tailbone, makes the girl turn over again, falls asleep on her chest, and puts her chin on her forehead, only then is she satisfied to lift the messy hanging green silk of the person, help her waist and sleep with her eyes closed.

Well, if you get up later, it will definitely make this person's face hot all the way down to his neck.

The imperial grandson seemed to be asleep, hugging people and closing his eyes, taking a nap for only a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes, and the Mi lady on his body was still sleeping quietly, his forehead was at his chin, and his left foot was retracted at some point, and he was wrapping his left calf, and his hands were hugging his neck.

Yuyue lowered her head slightly, smelling the smell of her hair, for some reason, the fragrance of licorice could be smelled in her hair, he hugged people and thought, if there is a long time in the world, this is also a long time.

He opened his eyes to her red lips, thinking back to how he had brought this girl doll into his heart in the first place.

When he was very young, the imperial grandson also went to ask the prince how he and his mother got acquainted, and the prince touched his head and replied: Heaven has its own fate.

What is fate, the imperial grandson naturally doesn't understand, in the past thirteen years, the women he has seen except for the maids, sisters-in-law, relatives, cousins and aunts in the house, the other ladies have indeed counted even one finger.

It was because he had seen too few women that he put this person who was obviously still a doll in his heart in a few days?

The imperial grandson can't find the reason, and he doesn't think about the reason, he only knows that he is now holding people in the palm of his hand, and he is very happy in his heart, and he plans to always look good as he likes.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Mi finally woke up, she has been very regular for ten years, and she can even pinch the world for a lunch break.

Yuyue, who had been waiting for people to wake up, felt as if a small fan was brushing his chest lightly, and sat up with his waist hugging the person: "Awake?"

He sat like this on purpose, he had seen a lady Mi wake up and not fully awake, if lying there will inevitably make people instantly excited, bouncing up, it is better for him to preemptively sit up with people hugging him first.

It's hard to think that in order to hug him for a while, the imperial grandson even planned every detail of his actions after waking up like Chaogang.

"Well," Mrs. Mi didn't open her eyes in a daze, her hands hung behind the shoulders of the imperial grandson, leaned on him, feeling comfortable in his arms, and shrunk her hands around his chest, burying herself in his arms more and more, "Cousin, you are so fragrant." ”

The imperial grandson let out a low chuckle.

At this moment, Mrs. Mi woke up completely, raised her head suddenly, crimson filled her whole face and even her whole body, she was unexpectedly, like a child, she shrank in the arms of the imperial grandson!

She's ten years old now!

It turns out that even if Mrs. Mi grows up to the age of fifteen, she still can't escape the deep routine of the imperial grandson.

The eighteen-year-old imperial grandson Qingjun is introverted and outstanding, and he can be described as the prince of the past, and he is the lover of most of the little ladies in Beijing.

The eighteenth year of the emperor's grandson has not yet been married, and he has not been assigned by the emperor, and many young ladies from famous families have also waited for the boudoir to see the wind and rudder, waiting for this hope.