Chapter 116: Lord Wang, Is the Palace Beautiful?

Gu Sang calculated that in less than half a year, Su Ziyan would be pregnant with the child of a secret guard, and instigated his father Su Ruitai to switch to Mu Xianyue's sect and raise troops to rebel.

In other words, there is only half a year left for her.

It's nerve-wracking.

Gu Sanning put away the panel, glanced sideways at the dark guard who was caught in a dream of erotic weaving, and stretched out his claws to leave a few nail marks on him, only to hear his suppressed muffled snort.

Tsk, that's lewd.

Gu Sanning yawned boredly, narrowed his eyes for a while, and when the dark guard woke up to sneak away, he spoke: "Brother Xianyue-"

The man's action of arranging his clothes with his back to her stagnated, and at this time the sky was slightly bright, he didn't dare to look back, so he had to simulate Mu Xianyue's voice and speak: "What? ”

"It's nothing, stay safe on the way back." Gu Sanning lay naked on the bed, staring at him with silky eyes.

"Hmm." The dark guard didn't dare to stay longer, and picked up the rest of the clothes and flashed people.

Gusan smiled, wrapped himself in a quilt and got out of bed to lock the porter, stepping barefoot on the cold floor to catch up on sleep.

On the three poles of the sun, there was already a waiting eunuch in front of the palace.

Gu Sanning bathed and changed clothes according to the usual practice, and after grooming and breakfast, he sat down in front of the dresser and waited for him.

"What do you want to comb your hair today?" Yi Cui asked with an ivory jade comb dipped in water.

"It's a good weather today, just comb my little daughter's hair." Gu Sanning proposed, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, and the flattery that was inadvertently revealed between her demeanor couldn't help but make people stunned.

Although the beauty of the concubine in the past was beautiful, it could only be viewed from a distance and not blasphemed, but now it looks like a little more soul.

Leaning on Cui's mind, holding her long hair like a waterfall with both hands and combing it gently, her movements were skillful, and it didn't take long to comb a hanging bun.

"Niangniang, you see, this bun is suitable?" Yi Cui didn't rush to insert the bead hairpin hairpin for her, and asked in a low voice.

Gu Sang looked in the bronze mirror, this kind of hair bun resting on a married woman and a concubine was obviously not suitable.

However, who let her cast a good baby?

"That's right." Gu Sanning lazily picked out two hairpins from the jewelry box, the style is a blue butterfly lifelike attached to the stamen, the fingertips picked, the butterfly's wings trembled slightly, quite a second will spread its wings and fly high.

Yi Cui clearly inserted the hairpin into the bun, adjusted it to the appropriate position, and picked out the tassel of the same color from the jewelry box and fixed it at the back.

The hair was combed in a bun, Yi Cui began to put on makeup for her, her heart was like a mirror, she did not put strong makeup on her, but lightly swept the moth eyebrows, lightly applied powder, cut the flattery in the eyebrows and eyes, and added elegance, like a gentle pear blossom.

Gu Sang held up another small bronze mirror on the table, carefully measured, really responded to a description of the ancient text, the hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the beautiful eyes are also longing.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this appearance and posture are alluring to the country and the city.

Under this dress, Gu Sanning naturally would not choose palace clothes. From the daily clothes, I picked out a water-blue hibiscus long skirt, tied a water-blue yarn belt around the waist, hung a sachet and small accessories for my daughter's family, and held a purple-blue shawl in my hand, and the tulle folds of the skirt floating in the breeze.

Gu Sanning tried to turn around, and asked happily: "Yicui, is this palace beautiful?" ”