Looking at Xing'er's frowning brows, Shen Yingluo on the side asked uneasily, "Xing'er, can we leave the palace?" ”

Her palms were covered with sweat, and she was already overwhelmed by the frightening of these back-and-forth guards.

Murong Xing's hand had been holding her hand, so she could feel the sweat in Eniang's palm, and in order to reassure Shen Yingluo, she looked at her and pretended to be indifferent: "Eniang, don't worry, as long as Eniang is willing to go out, Xing'er will definitely have a way to take you out." ”

A flash of inspiration flashed in my head, as if something came to mind? "E-niang, I know how to get out."

She pulled Shen Yingluo to a room with lights on, this house, if you remember correctly, this is the backstage of the opera troupe invited to the palace banquet tonight.

Because before, the palace maid took them over here, Murong Xing just glanced at it casually, and just now he brought Shen Yingluo out, and he was nervous for a while, forgetting that he would change his appearance.

Seeing that everything was in place, Shen Yingluo seemed to have guessed what she was going to do, and asked in surprise, "Xing'er, come here." Do you want to? ”

"Mother who knows me." Murong Xing shook his head, learning from the ancients.

Shen Yingluo pushed her forehead with her hand, and smiled dotingly: "You! It's a ghost elf. ”

"Ghost elf, please sit down!" pulled Eniang to sit in front of the mirror, and began to "graffiti" on Shen Yingluo's face.

"Xing'er, is this really okay?" Shen Yingluo was a little worried.

She smiled and said, "Eniang, you can put a hundred hearts!" It must have been perfect. ”

After a while, Shen Yingluo looked at herself in the mirror, and completely changed her appearance, a beautiful woman she had never seen before.

"Xing'er, who is this person you painted for me?" Looking at such a beautiful young woman, Shen Yingluo was extremely envious.

"Don't you like it?"

"I like it, I just think she's beautiful."

"Really?" Murong Xing chuckled disappreciatively, she had seen this woman, she was indeed beautiful enough, bewitching enough, she had seen her beauty with her own eyes in the imperial study that day.

Not wanting to discuss the woman, Murong Xing turned around and began to feed herself 'graffiti', she looked at herself in the mirror, and touched her stunning face with her little hand: "When did the abscess on my face wipe it off." ”

"Maybe the front escaped from the Guards by accident."

"I think so, but it's okay, I'll change my makeup right away."

The two of them had changed their makeup, and Shen Yingluo still asked a little awkwardly: "Xing'er, does E-Niang really want to dress up like this?" And who is this person? Such a dress, how can I say that it should be the emperor's concubine! But is it really okay for the concubine to go out so late? ”

Shen Yingluo looked at this outfit and recalled that in the past, Murong Chong would often draw her eyebrows, and she would sometimes naughtily draw her eyebrows.

It's really fun to think back to the past, but ......

Don't want to!

"E-Niang" Murong Xing looked at Shen Yingluo's appearance and pulled back her thoughts, looked at E-Niang and asked seriously: "E-Niang, if you don't want to leave, go back now, it's okay, do you know?" ”

As long as E-Niang is willing, she can also go back with her, but Murong Chong, her father, she will not admit it.

She didn't want E-Niang to regret it one day, leaving the palace this time, and probably never coming back.