Mo Qingye and his party delayed seeing Fusang because of the cloud butterfly, and when a group of girls were taken to Chuxiu Palace by the grandmothers, their faces were already covered with plaster.

I don't know if Concubine Yun is deliberate, that Yun Die likes spices, and the better the spices, the more she likes them. Besides, Yun Die is not afraid of people, and the masters in the palace don't like to come out every time they come to this period on weekdays.

Fusang is perverse and violent, and suspicious, blatantly calculating harem concubines like Concubine Yun. On the contrary, it made him lose that suspicion.

It was because he was harmed by Yun Die, and Fusang did not punish Concubine Yun heavily, but just asked people to send an antidote. If there is anyone in this palace who is disgusting and respectful, it is Concubine Yun.

The partial-born saint spoiled her arrogant and domineering, and secretly jealous and calculating.

A group of girls came with excellent demeanor, but they lost their appearance the moment before they were about to see the saint. I saw that the monstrous wealth was covered with dust. Naturally, I was very resentful in my heart. Concubine Yun was vicious, she also hated her own cheapness, and she also hated Mo Qingye for not reporting it, and she watched them lose their appearance. Of course, at this time, with Miss Yuan in front of her, Miss Yuan is the first priority.

Obviously came together, but Miss Yuan met the saint alone. Even Mo Qingye, who was extremely guarded by them before, couldn't follow.

Those girls thought about it, and they didn't look good and couldn't make a fuss. This put his mind on Mo Qingye.

That Master Liu only tricked people into the palace, and later saw that she didn't make any more trouble, and thought that she was moved by this wealth.

At this time, those people stood in front of Mo Qingye, wanting to pry Mo Qingye to deal with Miss Yuan. Mo Qingye only looked coldly at the disgust under their hypocritical faces. said, "If you have a thief's heart but not a thief's courage, if you want to compete for favor, you will go by yourself." I'm not going. "Mo Qingye is indifferent and ignorant of the world.

Those girls were waiting to talk about it, but they were directly sneered and avoided by Mo Qingye. Those few people couldn't do anything, they all scolded secretly when they came out of her yard, and they said righteously that they wouldn't go, not because they were good-looking.

Mo Qingye pretended to be bullied by them, and he was very unhappy in the courtyard with his lips pouting. I didn't care about dodging a few grandmothers and ran out of the courtyard.

She is wearing a palace dress and has an amazing appearance. Her face is very recognizable. Even when I met a few eunuchs and palace maids on the road, I felt extraordinary when I saw her bearing. I think it has already been set by the saints, this way. No one dared to stop him. Watching her walk around with an innocent look on her face.

And if you really sneak out, I'm afraid you will be trembling. Seeing that she was so generous and natural, no one dared to go up and stop and ask.

However, a few palace maids passing by looked at her a few more times, and saw that her very recognizable face, eyebrows and eyes frowned slightly, and then turned around quickly. I don't know who it was reported to.

Mo Qingye let go of his thoughts all the way to pursue Su Jinyan's faint traces. But it's always fleeting. Occasionally, the breath is a little weaker. But it's not deadly.

Walking and stopping all the way, Mo Qingye had just come out to find Su Jinyan, but he didn't pay attention to where to go.

The luxury of this northern country is amazing. The Great Zhou is also a rich country, but the rich Emperor Xiangwu will not show it, just low-key luxury. More often than not, they fill private coffers or move them into the treasury. Otherwise, how can you cry poor and ask those officials for money. Therefore, the luxury and high-profile of this northern palace is really surprising. Mo Qingye followed a path until the end, and when he walked to the edge of the rockery, Mo Qingye almost hit his head before coming back to his senses.

I touched the corner of my forehead, and when I saw that there was no pain, I pouted and planned to go out.

Before he turned around, he heard a familiar voice.

Mo Qingye stared at her big eyes and was slightly stunned, she was already a man and a woman, although she didn't hear it at the time, but at this time, she heard a few very regular collision sounds, Rao is she has already seen a lot of such things, and at this time she has to admire the boldness of these wild mandarin ducks.

"No, no" with a somewhat childish and familiar female voice panted, as if trembling with the collision, the whole person was in a trance.

The man lay on top of her, his eyes brightened, with a little confusion and greed, looking at the immature but very graceful body. It seems to be vague as if he was holding something in his mouth, "Don't want anything?" My Yao'er. The voice was low, and when the woman under her heard it, she was full of cleverness, and suddenly sobered up a little.

But he didn't dare to let the tall man see it, he just closed his eyes slightly, and there was a little less affection.

"Yao'er, Yao'er for uncle. Uncle Huang must have snatched you. You can't escape, Uncle Huang's palm. Fuso's forehead was full of sweat, but there was madness in his eyes. But he didn't notice that Yuan Yazhi trembled all over, lowered her eyelids slightly, and hid the disgust in her eyebrows.

Even Mo Qingye outside the rockery couldn't help frowning, and he couldn't control the nausea churning in his stomach.

It must not be the first time that the two of them have flirted with no one around. Looking at Yuan Yazhi's disgusted but disapproving appearance, it must have been the norm for a long time.

Fusang is now just past the year of its establishment, and now he is in the prime of life, and he tossed Yuan Yazhi again and again in three or two strokes. She was not allowed to scream, maybe such a forbidden love made him nostalgic, and maybe it was this kind of action that made him nervous and infatuated. It's really enough to toss Yuan Yazhi. At the critical moment, Na Fusang exclaimed, "Yao'er, you can only be the woman of the imperial uncle!" After saying that, he let it go.

Lying on Yuan Yazhi heavily, he couldn't see his expression clearly. But I could faintly hear a few points, "If you dare to let others touch you, Uncle Huang will definitely love you even more." My dear Yao'er, don't let the man next to you touch you. Fuso's deep voice chuckled twice.

The hand didn't feel like it was grabbing heavily on Yuan Yazhi's snow-white buttocks, and in an instant, there were five bruises. That Yuan Yazhi pursed her lips tightly, not daring to make the slightest sound. The bruises all over her body made her even more weak.

Fusang vented enough, and he also came back from his thoughts. His face was a little colder, and he seemed to look into the distance through her. Yuan Yazhi knew the person he liked, and he only felt disgusted at this time. I feel ashamed and angry, she is always just a substitute for the faceless slut! At the same time, he was disgusted that he was coaxed by him when he came out, and he was angry but helpless.

She understands that this is the path she has chosen. I can't complain about others.

After Fusang remembered the man, Fusang put on his clothes and came out of the cave in the rockery. There was a grim smile on his face. (To be continued.) )