Ning Jiao waited for the pain on her body to subside, and then she supported her arms and prepared to stand up.

Suddenly, a pair of black boots came into view, and a person stood in front of her.

Ning Jiao paused, looking up at the person in front of her.

It was a man, his face could not be seen clearly, and he wore a silver mask on his face.

He was wearing a moon-white robe, his temperament was elegant and comfortable, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, outlining a shallow arc, as if he was laughing.

With one hand behind his back, he held a folding fan in the other, and fanned himself slowly, looking personable.

"This girl, do you want to help?" The man smiled and spoke, folding the fan with a squeezing sound, and then bent down and handed her the folding fan.

The corners of Ning Jiao's mouth twitched and corrected him: "I'm a man." ”

"Girl." The man smiled slightly, and shouted again persistently.

Ning Jiao: "......" Did she fail to pretend to be a man???

After being silent for a moment, Ning Jiao pushed the folding fan in front of her away: "I can get up by myself, thank you." ”

The man withdrew the folding fan and watched her stand up slowly, then he turned his head to look at the ladder, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes had a shallow smile: "The girl is from the Mowang Mansion?" ”

Ning Jiao didn't want to entangle too much with people she didn't know, so she patted the dust on her body, carried the ladder to the corner and put it away, and when she came back, she saw that the man was still waiting for her in the car, and said lightly: "No." ”

"I've been staring at the girl over there for a while." The man pointed in one direction, and said with a smile: "There is a maid in it to call you Miss, but there is no Miss in King Mo's Mansion, so you are King Mo's concubine?" ”

Does "......" have anything to do with you?

Ning Jiao rolled her eyes and thought, "I don't know this son, and I won't have any intersection in the future, so it's useless for the son to ask this." ”

"Please treat today's events as if you didn't see them." Ning Jiao learned the appearance of a man saluting, and clenched her fists at the man in front of her: "Farewell!" ”

Then, without waiting for the man to speak, he quickly slipped away, rubbing his stomach as he went.

Emma, it really hurt her to fall just now.

Chest pain.

It hurts a lot.

But in public, she couldn't rub her chest, she could only rub her stomach slowly.

It hurts anyway.

Ning Jiao ran fast, and disappeared after a while.

The masked man was still standing in the previous position, smiling as he watched Ning Jiao's figure disappear, and then looked back behind him, with a playful glint in his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, that woman should be from the Mo Palace.

When did Song Chumo marry such a woman and go home, he didn't leave the front door, he didn't leave the back door, but he had to go over the wall.

It's really interesting.

I don't know if he knows that there is such an interesting person in his house, if he doesn't know...... Why don't you dig a corner?

Anyway, he's going to meet him when he comes out now, and I'll ask later.

Gu Changfeng thought so in his heart, and walked towards the place agreed with Song Chumo.

……

Ning Jiao, who had never left the palace since entering the palace in her previous life, looked at the vendors on the street and had a strong sense of intimacy.

How many years?

She can still stand on the street one day, as if she hasn't entered the Mowang Mansion yet, and do whatever she wants.

Look at those shouting sails, those delicious and fragrant delicacies, and all kinds of beautiful men and women......