"Madame, look!" Butterfly Dance took out a bunch of colorful things from the basket.

"This is the most popular silk rope at the moment, I heard that the concubines in the palace like it!"

"This is the silver hairpin that is popular this year, and the pattern is lifelike and very delicate."

……

The concubine's face darkened, where did she ask for these things?

"Madame, these objects were given to you by my sisters." Butterfly dance is diligent.

"Do you like this clay man?" Butterfly Dance mysteriously spreads out the objects in her hands.

The concubine looked carefully, the cloud-like clothes, cold eyebrows and eyes, and a handsome figure... Puzzled: "Isn't this the National Teacher?"

"Madame is right, now in the streets and alleys, girls' objects, even if this is the most sought-after!"

The most sought-after?

"Madame doesn't know, the national teacher is the dream lover of Xiling women, they like him, and they want to take a look, it's all extravagant. In Luo'an City, there is a twenty-eight girl named Xi Qingqing, who became lovesick after seeing the national teacher from afar. In order to relieve the pain of lovesickness, the skillful girl, according to what she saw that day, made a noodle figure. The eyebrows and eyes are no different from those of the national teacher. This girl actually relied on this business opportunity to make a fortune. ”

Originally, Xi Qingqing was a child of a poor family, and her parents made a living by kneading noodles. With this business opportunity, they no longer live next to the wall of the earthen courtyard, and they are already a big family. ”

"The noodles that Xi Qingqing pinches every day are sold at the highest price. It is said that she has the most aura. ”

"This noodle man is from Xi Qingqing's hand."

Butterfly Dance and Liya spoke eloquently.

The concubine sighed, there is such a woman in the world, she imagines the beauty hidden in the depths of the years, and misses it. The delicate fingers, repeatedly tracing the picturesque eyebrows and eyes of the national teacher, stroke by stroke, are all precipitated thoughts.

"Ma'am, this noodle man... Do you want it or don't? Butterfly asked timidly, her eyes half-lowered, extremely humble.

Li Ya also seemed to be looking forward to the concubine accepting this face, but she was arrogant, her eyes were slightly slanted, and her nostrils were facing the sky.

The concubine checked repeatedly, this small-faced person. I deeply feel that Xi Qingqing is a skilled craftsman, and the details are so similar. This expression has been seen many times by the concubine. In the cold eyes, there is a trace of helplessness, which adds a lot of fireworks to the national teacher.

Mrs. Ben took it. How many spirit crystals are together? The concubine carefully wrapped the noodle man and put it in her arms.

Butterfly Dance's eyes lit up, and then she said lightly: "If Mrs. likes it, Butterfly Dance will give it to the girl."

"No, Mrs. Ben likes it." The concubine rebelled about a hundred spirit crystals left on her body, and gave them all to Butterfly Dance.

Mu Xie watched from a distance, deeply puzzled.

Mrs. obviously slept with the national teacher, and she could touch the real person in minutes, and she couldn't put it down with a dummy. It's incomprehensible.

The concubine walked to a place where there was no one, held the national teacher in the palm of her hand, and couldn't help laughing.

Originally, she felt that the national teacher was cold and cool and difficult to approach. No matter how he tortured him now, he was helpless.

The concubine flicked the noodle man's head with her index finger: "Does it hurt?"

Flick your lips again: "Fun, right?"

Flick your ass again: "This girl is horny once, hahaha......"

Mu Xie stared at the noodle man distressedly, the wife of the national teacher is still so obscene, so many women in the world face such a noodle person every day, and they are obscene thousands of times?

Master Guoshi, is he happy or happy?

When the concubine returned to the room, she remembered that there was no way to please the national teacher today.

Immediately, like a wilted sunflower, I sat down.

The National Teacher saw the emperor today, and went out with the emperor in the afternoon. I guess it's going to be back soon.