A lonely clapping of hands rang out, and a playful voice burst in from behind him.

Helan was slightly startled and looked behind her. Just look at Wen Qingyun looking at her with disdain and teasing.

Helan Wei suddenly understood in her heart that this woman named Aster was probably his...... Concubines. And herself, the real princess, seems to be shining like a light bulb.

"Hit ...... Excuse me, you continue. ”

This place should not stay for a long time, Helan owes a slight debt, and wants to leave.

Before he could take a few steps, a powerful force passed up his arm, and Helan fell straight down.

"It's all here, it's better to sit down."

Wen Qingyun sat down, stretched out her slender arm, and her wide palm suddenly grabbed Helan Wei's small hand and pulled her into her arms.

A burst of male-only male breath came to his face, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms favored by Wen Qingyun, and Helan's mind went blank for a moment.

Helan watched Wen Qingyun leisurely playing with the broken hair between her sideburns, and her heart was pounding.

Is this the willfulness of the face? A smile, a joy and a sorrow, an eyebrow, a frown, are all so delicate and charming, exuding a fatal temptation.

Wen Qingyun teasingly looked at the pink Helan Wei, and felt disdain in her heart, is the daughter of the prime minister's family? It's just that, it's just the same kind of ignorant woman with an infatuated face. It's ridiculous!

"Susu, in fact, take a closer look, you look ......"

Wen Qingyun slowly approached Helan Wei, the small movements of his hand teasing Helan Wei's hair still did not stop, and a pair of fox eyes looked at her eyes affectionately and ambiguously, "It's still not good." ”

It's just a noble but stupid family outcast, it's really not good.

After Helan heard this, she came to her senses. This kind of man, don't be delusional about how kind he will be.

Helan quietly removed his hand that was playing with his hair. Stumbling up from his arms, looking a little embarrassed and a little funny.

"Su Su disturbed the prince's Yaxing, please don't blame Su Su, Su Su will leave."

Helan slightly imitated the appearance of Helan Susu constructed in her mind, only submissive, restrained and afraid, for fear of revealing flaws.

Even though Wen Qingyun watched her return to her previous frightened appearance, the doubts in her heart were still expanding.

It's not that her acting skills are clumsy, but that she has the kind of confidence and wisdom that seems to be innate, like a halo, that can't be ignored.

Perhaps, this is the difference between contemporary female college students and ancient deep boudoir women. The self-confidence and autonomy of contemporary new women are indeed dazzling and attractive compared to the well-behaved women of ancient times.

—————— Dividing Line——————

Helan panted slightly and ran back to Xuewei Pavilion, feeling unhappy in her heart.

There is the fear of being discovered by Wen Qingyun that he is not the real Helan Susu, there is the humiliation and anger when recalling Wen Qingyun's frivolous teasing, there is the confusion of not knowing anything about the future, and there is also the worry that he will never return to the modern era.

A bunch of different flavors came to his heart, and Helan was slightly overwhelmed.

Sitting at the table sullenly, suddenly, she saw herself in the bronze mirror.

Yesterday, I was busy treating my wounds, and I didn't have time to take a good look at the appearance of my ancient body. Now that I think about it, it's time to take a good look.

It was a body that was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The people in the mirror can't say that they are alluring to the country and the city, but they are also small jasper, delicate and lovely, with a unique flavor. There is still a strong childish spirit between the eyebrows, obviously, the little girl has not grown yet.

Thinking of this, Helan had a slight ominous premonition, and she slowly lowered her head.

A cup.

Can...... Can it be 0.5 centimeters more?

Helan Wei pouted as if she had eaten bitter gourd. It's been a great day, and you'll never be too late to be surprised.

It's just that the prince should be about the age of his early twenties. Could it be that this is the legend that the old cow eats tender grass?

Thinking of the woman named Aster in the small building again, Helan felt even more cold.

All right! I ate the tender grass and looked for a small one. It's a good thing, it's cheap, and it's really all taken up by Wen Qingyun alone!

"Phew! Scumbag! ”