Chapter 422:

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The steam in the bathtub was steaming, Feng Zhiwei thought a little funny, but tonight only half an hour, even soaking the bathtub twice.
Reminiscing about the horror of the bath barrel half an hour ago, a certain light and shadow swept through her mind, her face could not help reddish, and she quickly stopped. Somewhat uncomfortable, I wanted to find something to break this silence, and coughed: "Are you... His Royal Highness's concubine?"
After asking, I regret it a little bit. What is this doing? Is it necessary to ask this question? And I am also bored. I don’t know any gossip. Why did I ask this?
The woman did not immediately answer, standing there in silence.
There were white waters on all sides, and the water gleamed on the windows. There was only a slight sound of water in the silence, and there was strangeness in the silence, like a dream that was stagnation and unbreakable, and it was pressed on the heart of the person.
After a long while, Feng Zhiwei heard that the woman seemed to smile a little, very short, with a cool smile, and then in the light of the candlelight, Man Chunlian's figure gradually expanded on the wall.
As she came closer, Feng Zhiwei had washed it in a hurry, and took a dry cloth to wipe it. The candlelight reflected her back. The pearl-like brilliance, the jade-like whiteness, and the flowing water-like figure reminded me of the most beautiful spring day. Poetry is blooming in the depths of flowers.
A pair of ice-like eyes appeared in Manchun's crimson eyes, and looked at her coldly, taking the nearly flamboyant apron on one side, carefully rubbing in the palm of his hand, remembering those who were wearing these in the palace of King Chu The women of the title, thinking of walking towards a deeper and lonely self in loneliness, had a bleak smile in their eyes.
"Is the concubine..." There was an ironic arc in the corners of her lips, and she came to know Feng with her back to her.
"Is the concubine..." The answer is not like an answer, but like a question. The person who talked is lost in confusion and his eyes are faint.
Feng Zhiwei listened to the voice that was light enough to be dissipated by the heat, and felt that the woman was a little weird, or did she ask incorrectly? She smiled, raised her apron with her fingers, and frowned and handed it back to Manchun, saying, "Trouble... Madam."
As soon as the lady said, she frowned again, and she felt a greasy feeling again in her heart.
Hearing the phrase "Mrs.", Man Chun's eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything. He took the tentacle's silky bellyband, and his fingers touched the finely embroidered figure.
This suit... is hers.
A few days ago, Her Royal Highness asked her at random, someone in the government could be good at embroidering. She said that she might be responsible for one or two. Her Royal Highness ordered her to embroider a set according to the latest styles on the market. Be careful.
At that time, His Highness reclined on the long couch, playing with a brief note, his eyes faintly looking at the direction of the west side of the palace.
His long dark hair was lying on the couch, and her long hair was beautiful. Her 10,000th fascination was stunning in such a magnificent manner, and her 10,000th bow was her head, hiding her fascinating eyes deeply.
She knew that as long as there was a hint of attachment and obsession, the man of Tomorrow Manchun could never get closer to him.
She took this task with respect and detachment, her expression was as cold as before, and she glanced at the book slip between his fingers. Sure enough, it was a secret seal handed to the cabinet by Wei Shangshu. She was particularly concerned about the pens and inks of the study room, Wei Shangshu's folds were always on top, and she was used to it.
He didn't look at her, bent his knees, slender fingers rested on his knees, a casual gesture, but his eyes were smiling.
She heard him say softly: "Well... the clothes are light apricot, don't need to be too eye-catching. The cloak is made of Jianghuai kind of crepe, and the kind of dim light can be seen through the light and shadow. The spring night wind and the shadow of the flowers and flowers are chaotic. The light gauze is coming from the mist and breaking the moon in the mist, it must be a good style."
He squinted slightly, as if imagining something, the smile in his eyes gradually stained the corners of his lips, and the large group of white camellia on the opposite screen lost color.
"Lining... Although the red is good, it is inevitable to be vulgar, the deep purple is too cold, and the smoke is not dignified... let's goose yellow... that skin is matched with that color... like a bright moon makeup into a white jade baby..."
He pondered slightly, and his raised jaw was smooth and firm, like a piece of white stone soaked in the moonlight for thousands of years, splashing the fine stars of the sky.
Suddenly looked back and smiled at her.
Like the mandala where the wind passed through the snow, the crystal shone swaying to the ground.
She couldn't blush her cheeks immediately.
Bai Yuwa...
Before she was sent to the palace of the king of Chu by the crown prince, she was a famous brand in the thirteen states of the Northland. Because her skin was like snow and her voice was smooth, she had always been called "Yuwa".
She also loves goose yellow the most.
She also lives in the west of the palace.
Suddenly thinking of meeting Ning Huwei a few days ago, the man sat on the roof with his knees, looking at the west side of the mansion. She heard him muttering: "Forget it, how come there is so much verbosity."
Although Ning Huwei is not much liked by His Highness recently, he is not allowed to wait by his side, but after all, he is still the first person next to His Highness, and what he said often means what His Highness meant.
Is it...
Her Royal Highness was full of emperor Jing, but she did not know whether it was romantic or not, but it was not so in the palace of the King of Chu at all. The yard, such as her Xizhao Tower, Your Highness must come three or four times a month, but when you come...not to mention.
She sometimes wondered, did the other concubines also...like her?
Perhaps.
Once she had no intention of bumping into seeing Her Royal Highness in Jin Han. At the time, the two were sitting in front of the makeup mirror. Her Royal Highness was smiling at her with eyebrows and temples. The silk mantle of the small building was drooping. In the film, the woman Juanjuan and the man are elegant, and they are really beautiful scenes.
However, when she prayed, she found that Jin Han's back was stiff and her muscles were exposed, and the whole person's posture was stiff.
The next day, Jin Han disappeared.
Another time, the boldest and most lively embroidered cloud, wearing a Western tribute tulle tulle gold silk dress, revealing a large piece of snow muscle jade skin, pretending to be sleepwalking, broke into His Royal Highness's bedroom.