When he was three years old, his aunt, who was married to Xiliang, returned to China to visit relatives, and the pink and jade Musaren nested in the arms of his brother Tomuré, looking at the gentle and virtuous Princess Rouran from afar, no, now she can no longer be called Princess Rouran, because Princess Rouran, who married three years ago, is now the Kedun of Xiliang, the most noble woman in the whole Xiliang.

Tilting her head, Musaren looked at her aunt, and thousands of thoughts floated in her little heart, she thought that she was more like her aunt than the deceased Turkic Kedun in the mouths of everyone, and it seemed that the old saying that nieces are like aunts is true.

Xu is a very similar relationship, and among the many nephews and nieces, Qi Muge is also the most beloved Musaren.

When he returned to Xiliang, he also won the consent of his brother and brought her little niece back to Xiliang, which Mugkodun and Musaren are similar in appearance, but also that they are both the youngest princesses, and they are easy to talk in front of their brothers and sisters, and everyone is used to spoiling their younger sisters.

When Mu Saren came to Xiliang, she encountered a bond that had been entangled all her life.

The little doll with pink and jade, the blue Danfeng looked at her without blinking, and her beautiful face was even more delicate than her little girl, who boasted of being a beautiful embryo.

As the saying goes, a beautiful woman is always unaccustomed to seeing another beautiful woman, and this little beauty is the same when she sees a little boy who is even more beautiful than herself.

Therefore, when the two first met, Mousaren did not give Han Xi a high score.

The little girl's heart is so sour that she almost bubbles, beauty is originally owned by girls, a boy, more delicate than female dolls, so what?

What makes her happy is that Xiliang's beautiful man is like a cloud, which has a different flavor than the rough and heroic Turkic man.

Mu Saren had a little abacus in her heart, she thought, probably because the husband of the previous Queen of Xiliang was a foreigner from Great Britain, and his aesthetic vision was different from that of ordinary people from the Western Regions, so since the previous generation, the criteria for selecting maidservants have also begun to be adjusted, which has also increased the degree of beauty in this imperial city.

As a mixed-race child, her uncle was born a rare beauty, and even more beautiful than her aunt.

Every time such a beautiful face makes her feel that her life is too good.

However, for this little cousin who has the same face as his uncle, Mu Saren obviously does not have so many good feelings, although his uncle has a beautiful face, but he is so majestic, and the whole person is very heroic, what about this little cousin with a woman's face?

Milky all day long, a female baby!

In fact, Moussa Ren preferred masculine and handsome beauty to that kind of feminine beauty, and many years later, the little girl's heartbeat that instantly rose when she saw Mo Han was completely extinguished by the actions of this handsome and cold man.

I don't know how many times she sighed in private about this subtle feeling, except for Mo Lian, the man of the Mo family is not handsome and clear, beautiful and graceful without a trace of femininity, which makes people like tight, but it is such a flattering face, but he never does anything good.

Mo Han is like this, even the Eighth Prince Mo Yixiao, who is gentler than anyone else.

In the parlance of her time, is this a human thing?

Many times I like someone, but I can't let it go, but after losing it, I am even more sad and unwilling not because of how much you love him, but because you are unwilling to let his efforts to him go down the drain.

Sometimes strangers even think that maybe Mo Lian is like this to Mo Han, but what if he is unwilling, Mo Han's eyes have never left Liu Duge, compared to the fiancée he misses, how ironic everything Mo Lian has done for him......

It was too late when I came back from the handiwork...... I got up tomorrow morning to pack up and write, and I went to bed first today, and I felt that I was still old and couldn't stand it......

Shao Yang hates His Highness, but Musa does not hate coldness......

It was as if an old man had come, and in a dream there was a woman calling Moses.