The concubine was tied like a big zongzi. Her face was also masked, butterfly dance.

lest she scream when she wakes up, Butterfly Dance stuffs her mouth with strips of cloth again.

The concubine's whole body can't move, only her eyes can move. Although she was fascinated, she was still so uncomfortable that tears flowed. Finally, he couldn't bear the torture anymore and fell asleep.

If there is no accident, after tonight, the butterfly dance is the concubine rebellion, and the concubine rebellion is the butterfly dance.

After that, the position of the national teacher's wife belongs to the butterfly dance.

Butterfly Dance simply praised herself for being able to stay by the side of the national teacher so wittily.

"Madame...... No, girl, you will live as a butterfly dance in the future. Butterfly Dance touched the face of the concubine, a little reluctant. I am afraid that my face, which has brought disaster to the country and the people, and the country and the city, will be buried from now on, which is a pity.

Although the face of the concubine is more beautiful, it is necessary to keep the delicate and fresh of this mask, and it must be moisturized again every month.

The master of the mask has not yet agreed to the butterfly dance.

Once he became the wife of the national teacher, Butterfly Dance naturally had a way to make him comply. As for whether he can or not, I'm afraid it's up to him.

In Diewu's eyes, the concubine really failed to take the title of Mrs. National Teacher.

This name alone makes many people frightened. What do you want, but it's not at your fingertips?

"Butterfly dance, just in case...... What if someone finds out? Li Ya was all worried.

"Discovery? Desperate can't let such a thing happen. Butterfly Dance red-eyed.

"After you leave, it's safe, send me a signal quickly. I took her back to my room...... However, how do I explain that Butterfly Dance has suddenly become stupid? Lea was worried.

"It's not easy." Butterfly Dance looked at the sky and thought of a way.

The concubine has been away for so long, will anyone be suspicious?

"Butterfly Dance, why don't you dumb her?" Lea had a flash of inspiration. Fei Wei has no memory now and can't speak. Even if he is sober, there is no way.

"Liya, this is the best." The butterfly danced with joy, and the cruel color on her face suddenly appeared. Without hesitation, she took out a small packet of medicine and instructed Li Ya to pour it into her.

Butterfly Dance calmly looked at the mirror seriously, and consciously sounded and smiled, which was no different from the concubine. learned the walking posture of the concubine and walked towards the bedroom of the national teacher.

Bypassing a flower pavilion, Mu Xie Zheng hurriedly walked over.

Butterfly Dance was taken aback, and she didn't dare to face it immediately. In a panic, he looked down at his reflection in the water.

Seeing her admiring her reflection, Mu Xie couldn't help but complain: "Madam, I'll just go out for a while, why did you disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Butterfly Dance calmed down for a while, thinking that the concubine was not afraid of the wood evil that day, and scolded him at every turn. He pretended to be angry: "Where is Mrs. Ben going, I need to report to you?"

How can you have the sense of déjà vu of the National Teacher?

Mu Xie's hands waved neatly: "Madam, you misunderstood, the National Teacher just looked for you."

But he muttered in his heart: When did the concubine call herself Mrs. Ben?

He didn't dare to say anything in his mouth, and said with his fists clenched: "The national teacher has something important to find his wife, let's go quickly."

Butterfly Dance is secretly happy in her heart, Mu Xie, wait until Mrs. Ben is seated, see how I clean you up! Sooner or later, the revenge of that arrow will be avenged.

The butterfly danced with light steps, passed the flowers and plants in the dusk, crossed the flowing water rockery, and came to the front of the room of the national teacher.

He lives in a different place.

The pavilion is chic and elegant.

Imagine the man inside, handsome and unscrupulous, a proper peerless son, and there are 10,000 deer rampaging in his heart.

Butterfly Dance flashed into the national teacher's study lightly, Mu Xie breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his waist, today is finally finished.

When Madame's shadow flashed away, how could Mu Xie feel that Madame's steps were extraordinarily light today? Originally, the concubine's footsteps were very calm.

Maybe Madame is particularly happy today, right?