Prince Ming moved the corners of his lips, there is no concubine in the house, the biggest identity is Concubine Ding, such a big banquet, you can't call a concubine who can't be on the table to entertain, it makes people laugh.

So he didn't say anything more, and glanced indifferently at Concubine Ding, "Don't go to change your clothes, hurry up and go to the front hall to greet the guests!" ”

There was no trace of warmth in Lord Ming's words, and he was obviously angry.

No matter how unwilling Concubine Ding was, she could only get up, touch her swollen face, and walk towards Rong Yi and Nalan Jun before heading towards the courtyard.

Yuan Yue looked at this scene and sneered in her heart, but she felt a little uncomfortable on her forehead, so she rolled up her sleeves and wiped it towards her forehead.

Halfway through, he was held by a slender hand like jade, and when he turned his head to look, what he saw was the face of the son of the world who was alive and fragrant.

"Don't wipe it with your sleeve, it will leave a scar if it infects the wound." Rong Yi's thin lips flowed out of a pleasant voice, and she held a snow-white brocade handkerchief in her hand, which slowly covered her forehead.

The movements are gentle, with a clean smell like an ice fountain.

The warm wind blew, and Rong Yi's wide sleeves were mixed with the natural fragrance on his face, soft like a cloud.

The stunning beautiful man around her is picturesque, seductive, and even Yuan Yue feels that in such a situation, in such an atmosphere, even she feels distracted.

If the scene is a beautiful man wiping her face at the beginning of the crossing, her psychology must be much more comfortable.

Yuan Yue looked at his dirty sleeves and didn't avoid Rong Yi's veil.

Although I don't know what this face looks like, the person who uses this face now is myself, and if I get infected and scarred by dirt, it will be worth the loss.

Look at someone's handkerchief, look at it clean, more insurance, immediately without twisting, "Eh, light, don't push too hard, if the blood scab is broken, it may lead to bleeding and scarring ......"

Rong Yi watched Yuan Yue close her eyes, not resisting her move to wipe her face at all, and commanding him in her mouth.

His eyes were sparkling and brighter, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was becoming more and more elegant, with a hazy smoke, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"It's enough to wipe it for you, where is there so much disgust. My handkerchief is much cleaner than someone's sleeve. ”

To be honest, Rong Yi's movements are very gentle, and the material of Jinpa is also very comfortable, occasionally sliding over the delicate fingertips of his forehead with a slightly cool breath, which better calms the faint pain on his forehead.

She looked up and saw the hand holding the brocade hand, the cuffs slid slightly, revealing the wrist with well-proportioned and not thin bones, and the extended fingers were like a piece of white jade, and the smooth and delicate brocade was almost blended together, like a fine work of art.

She couldn't help but look down at her little hands, which were stained with mud, her skin was slightly dark, thin like a small white bamboo, she couldn't help but be a little indignant, and raised her hand to wipe two handfuls on Rong Yi's white jade-like hands.

Her hands are not as good-looking as a big man for a girl, how can it be reasonable.

What's even worse is that the skin is still so delicate to the touch, like the best silk, no, you have to wipe it dirty.

The back of the hand was rubbed several times by the dirty little hands, stained with sludge, Rong Yi was slightly stunned, and then looked at the black marks like the paws of the little dog, and frowned a little unaccustomedly.

Looking at the uneven face of the girl in front of her, her brows were slightly furrowed on her little face, the tip of her little nose was upturned, and she suddenly laughed softly, and her voice was pleasant.

"Girl, you're so childish."

When he laughed, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows were half lowered, and the snow moon on his forehead was holding his long satin-like hair, like an empty flower and a flame, dim and bright.

Even though he has seen countless modern beauties, Yuan Yue still can't take his eyes off it, and sighs in his heart, he gave birth to such a good-looking man, he can be called a demon of the country!