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Du Weiwei's thoughts were still a little slowed down, and the carriage behind him had already moved again, heading away from the harem.

"Princess?" Seeing that Du Weiwei did not come back to his senses, Zikou called out in confusion.

The thought was pulled back suddenly, and Du blinked slightly: "Let's go." ”

Pulling his collar with his hand, Du Weiwei's eyebrows froze, and he was already walking towards Ling Chan Palace.

Ziko's steps were a little sluggish, and when she tried to keep up, she stopped abruptly.

From afar, looking at Du Weiwei's calm back, for a moment, Zikou thought that Du Weiwei was the phoenix lord.

Without hearing the usual steps behind him, Du stopped slightly, turned his body slightly sideways, and turned back shallowly: "Zikou? ”

In an instant, Zi Koo's heart fluttered, just a turnaround, and even the Ling Chan Hall behind her seemed to have lost its color, and the momentum that was sweeping the world was inadvertently revealed.

After a long pause, Zi Ko didn't seem to be able to hear any words, but just looked at Du Weiwei in a daze, and didn't move for a long time.

His brows frowned slightly, and Du Weiwei's voice was extremely soft: "Zikou? ”

The next moment, his mind was instantly pulled back, and Zikou hurriedly responded: "It's here." Stepping forward, he had already walked to Du Weiwei's side.

It wasn't until Zikou followed behind him again that Du Weiwei smiled and said, "What's wrong?" What's the hair? ”

Zikou's lips pursed, and she shook her head very vigorously, and her smile was extraordinarily bright: "It's nothing! I just think the princess is so beautiful! ”

With a smile on his lips, Du Weiwei raised his hand as usual and knocked on Zikou's head: "Ghost girl!" ”

Zikou didn't dodge, just laughed.

"Weiwei." The two were laughing as they walked, and a warm voice had already sounded, right in front of Du Weiwei.

Du Weiwei and Zikou stopped their movements instantly.

"I've seen the queen slightly." Du Weiwei reacted quickly, put away all the smiles on his face, and bowed respectfully.

Zi Kom also followed Du Weiwei's movements.

Mu Cheng's eyes were light and light, although he looked at Wen Xu, he also revealed a trace of majesty: "Why did you come so late?" ”

There was a sneer in his heart, from the matter of choosing the layout of the Heavenly Maiden's clothing, Du Weiwei already knew that the queen in front of him, the person he called his aunt, was not without thoughts.

Thinking like this, there was an apologetic smile on his face: "On the way to come before, I met the sisters of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I was worried, so I chatted a few more words, and then delayed." ”

The light words, although they are all explanations, are not the slightest apologetic tone.

Mu Cheng's eyes moved lightly, and after looking at Du Weiwei's face, he finally evoked a smile: "Worrying about sisters, you should be, but today's day is so important, you should also pay attention." ”

"What the queen said is very true, and you must pay attention to it in the future."

As if he was very satisfied with Du Weiwei's reply, Mu Cheng's head nodded, turned around and walked towards the hall: "Come in." ”

"Yes." Without sluggishness, Du Weiwei put his hand behind his back and gestured to Zikou, signaling her to stay outside.

Zikou reacted quickly, and her body had already stepped aside.

His eyes glanced lightly at Mu Cheng's back, and Du Weiwei quickly lowered his head, quickened his pace, and followed.

This time, Mu Cheng took Du Weiwei to another room that Du Weiwei had not been to

As soon as she pushed the door open, Du Weiwei, who was following her, already felt a strange fragrance on her face.

Looking up at the house, there was nothing unusual.

It's just that the strange fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.

Ahead, Mu Cheng turned his head, looked at Du Weiwei's slightly curious face, took her hand in his hand, and brought it to the house: "Come, Weiwei." ”

Du Weiwei didn't react yet, only felt that his body was pulled by Mu Cheng suddenly, and he was already in the house, and in an instant, a stronger aroma rushed straight to Du Weiwei's nose.

The door behind him was closed by the people outside in an instant.

Du Weiwei's nose was obviously wrinkled, this strange fragrance, although he smelled it at first, he felt extremely uncomfortable with it.

Suppressing his breath, Du Weiwei's gaze began to look at the entire room.

The room is very simple, without too much decoration, three bookshelves, a writing table, a table of eight immortals, and an extraordinarily beautiful dressing table.

Du frowned slightly, and glanced at the dressing table a few more times.

The whole room was made of wood, and there were no flowers or plants, but the strange fragrance filled the whole room.

The light in Du Weiwei's eyes became even sharper.

Mu Cheng seemed to enjoy this strange and rich aroma, sniffed deeply several times, and then turned back with a smile: "Come, slightly." As he spoke, he took Du Weiwei's hand and pulled her to the makeup mirror.

As soon as he sat down, Du Weiwei noticed that the aroma had become more intense, and he seemed to be soaked in the aroma.

His brows furrowed fiercely, and Du Weiwei's eyes were already looking at the mixed dressing table with a scrutinizing light, and his heart trembled suddenly.

The dressing table in front of you is inlaid with a huge streamer.

Ting Yuan women have always used bronze mirrors, and in recent years, a kind of mirror called a streamer has come from the frontier, and the whole mirror is extremely clear, which can reflect the portrait very clearly.

Such a mirror, Du Weiwei also has a side, but it is a very small portable mirror, at this moment, the dressing table in front of her is inlaid with a large streamer mirror, in the bottom of her heart, how can she not be shocked.

Before Du Weiwei could speak again, Mu Cheng's hand had already stroked Du Weiwei's hair, and again and again, his eyes looked at Du Weiwei's face in the mirror, and the expression on his face became a little too gentle, and his voice became more and more gentle: "Weiwei, you and your mother really look alike." ”

At the same time as the words sounded, Mu Cheng's hand had already pulled down the embroidered blue hairband on her head along Du Weiwei's hair, and there was no pause in the movements in her hand, and she instantly threw the hairband on the ground.

Du Weiwei's eyebrows moved, and he wanted to bend down to pick up the hairband, but his shoulder was strangled by Mu Cheng.

Then the voice floated lightly and fell on Du Weiwei's ear: "Weiwei, let my aunt come and give you some makeup, okay." ”

For a moment, Du Weiwei's heart faintly swelled with unease.

Mu Cheng's voice was slightly weird, and the movements of his hands were also extraordinary.

It began to stretch from his hair to Du Weiwei's shoulders, and finally fell on Du Weiwei's waist.

Du Weiwei finally discovered that something was wrong, a strange aroma, and a strange Mu Orange.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Du opened his mouth softly: "Auntie." (To be continued.) )