"I see!" Ming Yulong nodded, looking at Nalan Lian's appearance, he could indeed imagine how beautiful Concubine Yan was.

However, the women in the palace are not all dying faster.

Nalan Jun's mother, Empress Yuan, died when she gave birth to him, and Nalan Lian's mother died not long after giving birth to him, which shows that the situation in this palace is even more dangerous than the plots in those palace fighting dramas.

Thinking of those open and secret battles, she shivered all over, and felt more and more that she couldn't have anything to do with Nalan Jun by herself.

He is now the crown prince, and he will be the emperor in the future, with three thousand beauties in the harem, how terrifying it is.

She is a modern person who runs to grab men with 2,999 women, think about the scene of flesh and blood, conspiracy and shaking, no matter how you look at it, it is something that can only be done when the head cramps.

Feng'er saw Ming Yulong shiver, looked at the sun outside, and asked a little puzzled, "Miss, are you cold?" ”

"Ah, it's not cold, it's not cold!" Ming Yulong hurriedly retracted and thought about it, and was stunned when he saw himself in the mirror.

These days, she either wears long hair directly, or ties the simplest bun on her head, which looks simple and refreshing, and is convenient for movement.

But I didn't expect that at this time, the person in the mirror was combing a flowing cloud flying moon bun.

Under the gorgeous and uncomplicated bun, a small melon seed face looks more and more watery, and the pink cheeks are delicate, as if the autumn water is infiltrated and the empty flowers are floating.

In the immaturity of the elegant, the birth has become a dignified flower and moon beauty.

She felt very unaccustomed to it, as if she had changed her face again.

People are really seven points of appearance and three points of dress.

Her body was already quite beautiful, and when she dressed it up like this, she added three points to this beauty.

"How's that, miss, look good." Feng'er looked at her work with satisfaction, Miss is too casual on weekdays, and today she changed her clothes and hairstyle, and she stood up to keep it several times more beautiful than those who claimed to be beautiful and talented.

Ming Yulong looked left and right, still feeling unfamiliar, so he simply moved away from the mirror,

"Beautiful, of course it's good. I thought you wouldn't be able to comb these buns, but I didn't expect your little hands to be quite flexible. ”

She's not pretentious, girl, who doesn't want to dress up beautifully.

Besides, I used to only see those beautiful buns in TV series, but now I can comb one by myself, and it's not cumbersome, so why not be beautiful.

Feng'er was praised by the young lady, her eyes were bright, she took out her makeup and picked up the hairpin inside, and her mouth clicked:

"Miss, that's because you used to be troublesome to comb your hair, so you didn't let the slave comb. This flowing cloud flying moon bun, if you wear a little emerald butterfly hairpin, plus two fine gold steps, it will definitely be more beautiful......"

Ming Yulong looked at the things in her hand, immediately stood up, and thanked Bumin:

"That's fine, I don't think it's heavy on my own hair now, if I add all this gold and silver, my neck will definitely hurt!"

Let's go, the six princes must have been waiting for a long time, let's hurry to the front hall! ”

Beauty is precious, and comfort is even more expensive!

Feng'er originally wanted to persuade her, but remembering that the six princes were waiting in the front hall, she unwillingly put down the hairpin and hurriedly followed Ming Yulong outside.

Out of the backyard, when I arrived in the front hall, I raised my eyes and saw Nalan Lian sitting in the hall, Ming Wang Ye sitting opposite, and the two were talking.