Before I could understand it, another woman in a blue dress suddenly raised her head and echoed: "The slave family is born as the prince's person, and death is the prince's ghost, you don't want to ask a word from the slave's mouth!" ”

Eh, eh, this woman's face is also ...... It is also ......

"Huh?" Senior Brother Jiu held his tightly wrapped hands and paws, and jumped over, his misty peach blossom eyes revealing great interest, "Come, a few of you all raise your heads, let this son take a look." ”

Yo, Senior Brother Ninth is so daring! I sneered: "Senior Brother Nine, these eight flowers are red and willow green, each with its own style, Xue Xuyan is not shallow, are you ...... Do you want to emulate him and surround him with a warbler...... Ahem, if Shang Yi knows about this......"

I don't want to, Senior Brother Nine actually ignored me, blinked a pair of peach blossom eyes, looked at this, looked at that, and squinted at me from time to time, looking me up and down.

The mottled shadows of flowers and trees swayed on the window lattice, fluttering and flickering, like a ghost climbing up from the Netherworld, and I was furious by him, "Senior Brother Nine? ”

"Yes!" He tugged at my sleeve, and my body shook involuntarily, and my heart trembled slightly.

"Little junior sister, take a look, this one's side face, this one's nose, this one's body shape......" he said as he passed a few beauties one by one.

"Gurgle", my heart seems to have fallen into the faint shadows of flowers and trees, heavy and sullen.

"And this one, little junior sister, you come and take a look," he pointed to the tip of the pink-clothed woman's nose, "This one is the most similar, you take a closer look at the eyebrows, eyes, and demeanor." ”

The woman two steps away, her beautiful eyes were like rippling water, her soft and weak face, but she couldn't stop the stubborn and resolute look between her eyebrows, I looked at her in a daze, her steps seemed to be stuck to the floor tiles, so heavy that she could barely lift it.

Senior Brother Jiu concluded: "Little Senior Sister, do you understand? Do they all look like you in the slightest? ”

A chill slowly grew in my heart, so cold that my body shivered, and I could barely stand anymore.

Xue Xu, the king of Dingnan, has the elegant name of "Virtuous King" outside, and is quite popular in the southwest, but in fact, he acts ruthlessly and viciously. Princess Wen of Dingnan, virtuous and decent, has repeatedly accepted eight concubines for the king of Dingnan, and these eight concubines are all similar to my appearance, heh, is it a coincidence of providence?

Didn't the Wen clan welcome them in just to curry favor with Xue Xu? Oh, how are they different from imitation antique vases? It's just a substitute, it's ...... Is it my replacement?

"Rong'er!" His arms were warm and broad, exuding a crisp manly air, and I wanted to shrink into his arms forever, far away from the unfathomable hearts and intractable mysteries.

The clear sky, a half-moon in the distance, proud and cold, the faint light clouds drifted by, weaving slender wrinkles for it, hiding the melancholy and melancholy.

"Senior brother, is it ...... Could it be that Xue Xu actually ...... to me? ...... to me, "I clinged to his waist like a man in the water holding on to a piece of driftwood, holding it firmly, refusing to let go."

"Someone! Shut these girls behind first, don't let them run away, don't let them find a short-sighted, there is a little bit of a difference, this world ......" The voice of the ninth senior brother Lang Lang seemed to come from the distant sky, with a fluttering echo in the haze.