The skin is like clotted fat, the face is like a peony, and the demon is incomparable.

A sharp point appeared from the horn on his forehead, his long silver hair was draped on his back, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes, and his gaze staring at Ansu seemed to have some expectations.

However, Ansu only smiled shallowly and did not give it any feedback.

Dear Tiramisu (Orange): Tut-tut, it's so pretty!

Pompeii's Jade Exquisite (Red): Shocked, I've never seen such a good-looking boy......

Full of taste (red): No! Girl.

Durian (Red): No! Children who are neither male nor female.

Today's wood is scummy again (red): It's all dressed in dance clothes, so it's better to dance.

Ice cream into essence (orange): This is a feast for the eyes.

Sugar gourd (colorful glare): Okay.

The audience just teased lightly, but I didn't expect it to really agree, which was really pleasantly surprised.

It was drunk, the clouds clapped their hands lightly, the music sounded out of nowhere, and the pink eyes of the breeze were a little blurry and a little enchanting.

, dancing like a butterfly.

The audience in the live broadcast room kept tipping and applauding.

But in Ansu's eyes, a faint golden light slowly floated up the Seven Star Terrace.

It wasn't until Jin Guang stepped on the Seven Star Terrace that the audience in the live broadcast room noticed that it was Murong Huamin.

Since interrupting the path of rebirth, Murong Huamin's golden light has become weaker and weaker.

Murong Huamin didn't expect Ansu to be here, she first gave a gentle salute, and then saw the sugar gourd with Ansu's gaze.

Gradually, the face was written with incredulity.

"Sister Huang, this is ......"

A head is full of imagination.

"The dancer sent by the national teacher is specially designed to pray for the Great Departure Dance." Ansu casually gave her a reason.

Murong Huamin nodded ignorantly, but the dancer sent by the national teacher was different, this dance was more exquisite than any dancer she had ever seen, and her smile was touching.

As a woman, she felt that there was a fire burning in her heart, and her face was gradually dyed red.

The most terrifying thing is that she is obviously wearing clothes with such a low collar, but she has a flat chest, and according to her visual assessment, she is at least eight feet tall, Murong Huamin is extremely frightened, and her eyes can't help but look at the Adam's apple of the sugar gourd.

Fortunately, the Adam's apple is not obvious, but the collarbone is so beautiful!

Murong Huamin was envious in his heart, staring intently at the sugar gourd and dancing.

Not only her, but also the audience in the live broadcast room, was completely brought into the atmosphere and indulged in it

In addition to An Su's lack of interest, he even often glanced at Murong Huamin in the middle and found that she was only wearing a cyan jacket.

"It's cold in the heights." An Su said nothing, took off his outer coat and draped it over her.

"Sister, you have been weak and sickly, this is unacceptable."

Because Murong Huamin learned riding martial arts from the first emperor, his body bones are okay, of course, that refers to before marrying Li Yaowen.

After getting married, I learned that Li Yaowen liked weak and gentle girls, and abandoned what he had learned before.

Everyone needs piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, embroidery and clothing, as a princess who was cultivated by the first emperor as an heir, she doesn't know anything about this.

But Li Yaowen likes it, she has learned it all, she doesn't do well, and she is disgusted by her mother-in-law every day.

Li Yaowen has never worn the clothes she makes, and she is depressed every day and does not go out of the door, and her health is naturally getting worse and worse.

"You're just recovering from a serious illness, don't catch the wind and cold again." Ansu's body is good, and he doesn't feel it at all when he wears a short-sleeved shirt in the cold winter, and every time he wears it so thick, it's also because of Ming's father-in-law's nagging.

The king of a country is more important than his body.

"It's cold in the heights." Murong Huamin looked at Qionglou Yuyu and Jiaojie Moonlight in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Her identity with the imperial sister is destined to have no freedom, and it is also destined to be lonely and cold in her heart.

She had thought thousands of times that if she wasn't a princess, would Li Yaowen's attitude towards her be better?

But on the contrary, he laughed at himself, if he hadn't been forced to be a princess, he probably wouldn't have looked at her at all.

"Hua Min has forgiven Li Yaowen." After being silent for a long time, Murong Huamin held back a sentence.

"Forgiveness?" An Su smiled at the corner of his eyes, not knowing what to think.

Anyway, she can't understand the love of crazy men and women in this world.

"Actually, it's not forgiveness, I was the one who was wrong in the first place, so I have no reason to pursue all this."

Now the wood is scummy again (red): This stupid sister won't still want to protect Li Yaowen, right?

Dear Tiramisu (Orange): Anyone with a little brain, he won't be protected at this time, right?

Ruan's Shen Rong Knee (orange): Don't say anything, if you ask, it must be true love

The sugar gourd is still dancing on the wide seven-star platform, with a soft waist and a light body, which is more beautiful than a real woman.

Like a bright fire, beating and burning.

"The current situation of the national policy, it is useless to forgive." Ansu was silent for about a moment before he spoke.

The Jade of Pompeii (red): I look a little aggrieved, the anchor, let's go and stab Li Yaowen's scumbag to death.

Today's wood is slag again (red): How can it be cool to stab to death? Entering the hell of Abi can never be superborn!

Please call me Daddy (orange): within three months he killed himself, and he didn't have to be stabbed at all.

Wu Xiangsheng (Orange): The cool points of the anchor are a bit advanced, and you need to think carefully to get it.

Durian (red): The anchor has already started to lay out, and Li Yaowen is about to fall into a fun situation.

Sugar gourd (colorful dazzling): Look down on the prosperity of the world, let yourself die, and I will lose if you do it.

Dear Tiramisu (Orange): Yo, dancing was distracted by a barrage?

Porridge (red): I want a bad review!

may be because this picture is too beautiful, the audience in the live broadcast room is crazy to tease the sugar gourd, and its beast is like sleeping, concentrating on dancing.

"Treason, of course, is punishable severely." Murong Huamin knew that Ansu had misunderstood what she meant,

"Okay." Ansu nodded lightly, and even her expression was not Sakura

Sugar gourd tried his best to coax her all night, and her inexplicable mood deteriorated again.

"Princess." At this time, Murong Huamin's maid caught up with Qixingtai and hurriedly looked for her, but caught a glimpse of Ansu in the dark.

"Your Majesty." Instantly half-squatted and bowed.

Ansu raised her eyes lightly and glanced at it, this was the maid who was chasing the car that day.

"How did you get up?" Murong Huamin looked at the maid in surprise, she was almost stopped when she first came up

"There's no one down there." The maid was to give clothes to their princess, but seeing that she was wearing Ansu's clothes, she didn't know what to do with her clothes.

Murong Huamin opened his mouth to think about something.

"You go back and rest first." Ansu's mood became worse and worse, and she choked her words back.

Thinking of the sugar gourd dancing for so long, it should be almost tired, and it would be ridiculous to be seen by outsiders again.