Chapter 423:

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Nothing happened that night, the next day Xiuyun was sent back to her own yard. Everyone thought that Xiuyun was pleased by His Highness, and the side concubine was just around the corner. The door won't go out.
Half a year later, she inadvertently encountered Xiuyun. She suddenly found her face was yellow and skinny, and she had a few words with her, but she also answered that the bull’s head was wrong and the horse’s mouth. Staying on the water surface, rubbing with rubble, murmured in his mouth: "Spit on me..."
Without a word, she heard the cold sweat, and the water floated far away, and the crystal arc flew out on the water, and it fell as soon as it died, like these flowers. The beautiful woman is instantly annihilated.
Later, Xiuyun's body floated in the lake where she had beaten the water. She committed suicide.
From then on, she never thought about anything. After Prince Edward, she didn't need to think about it. She just needed to be herself. If she was destined to be lonely in her life, it would be better than drifting on the lake without hearing it.
She was noticed by His Highness last year in a dispute with a concubine.
She pushed the unreasonable concubine into the water and smiled coldly in the other party's scream. When I looked back, I saw His Royal Highness standing in the gazebo by the lake, looking at her from afar.
At that moment His Highness's eyes were far away, with a smile of memories.
She thought she was dead and knelt silently, but he watched her silently for a long time without saying a word. She knelt in the mud and refused to talk, her wet clothes and cold moonlight soaked her muscles, There was a cold fragrance indistinctly, and the corner of his robe had silently brushed her side.
She heard his voice slightly sad, so faint.
"No one is you..."
you? who are you? Is she different? still is?
She was puzzled, and since then he has treated her a little bit differently. The coldness and the kindness she showed seemed to be quite what he wanted. The few things she did were very meticulous and reliable. He gradually gave her a few. Trust.
With the time, she thought, maybe they were all wrong before. People like him, vulgar and vulgar fans, wouldn't capture his heart. Only those who can do things for him can get him a look.
Now... Did she get his favor?
She was so happy, so happy.
In those nights, she picked a lamp and made clothes, and left aside in the day. She knew all the things he explained, even if she did not ask to be kept secret, she must be treated with care. It is precisely because she understands these that she can get his permission a little closer .
Those who stay up late to make clothes do not feel tired.
I only feel the joy of boundlessness, densely blooming, like the soft stitches of the fine stitches of multicolored silk threads, the soft sound of the needle tip poked on the damask surface, blooming the five-color blurred network in the night.
The heart is like a double wire net, with thousands of knots in it. Each knot is a dream, although it is blocked by ice, it is not splendid.
Red eyes were boiled under the palace lantern, but there was a smile in his eyes, and he used a mood to make a wedding dress for himself.
She didn't think that the clothes would be worn by others. Her Highness was in Liuhuan Lane, Huayue Street, but she never took the Qinglou woman into Fuzhong. There were countless concubines in the Royal Highness, but no one but him could really get him close. No other woman appeared beside His Highness.
Acting in the palace, I always love to turn around in this way... She has a slight smile, rubbing her numb fingers under the quiet night light.
The most embroidered is the lining. The happiest and most important moment in a woman's life, she should have the most beautiful blouse and only show it to the most beloved.
The woman on the apron is the posture of her generation of famous actresses on the stage. The prosperity in the past will eventually disappear. However, the dignified and tempting posture in her past career, she feels helpful to the pleasure of the boudoir.
She imagined that the candlelight in the golden hook and golden hook shook red, reflecting her jade-colored skin like the morning glow in the deep snow.
It was a slight tease behind her Leng Yan, she hoped he understood.
To this day, he did not understand, but she did.
He always thought that there was no woman in his heart, always thought that no one could stand beside him, and always thought that being able to do something for him was a woman who could be worthy of him.
However, the moment I entered the door today, I saw the suit and saw his expression when she was beside her. I heard his light but caring tone. Looking at the woman, her usual posture was noble, and her manner of walking was somewhat similar to him. It also has the taste of alienation and nobility that has been on the top for a long time, but it is not the delicate nobility belonging to the woman, but the kind that the Highness has and is used to pointing the nobleness of the direction.
She suddenly understood everything.
He didn't want assistants and men.
What he wants is a woman who can be parallel or even conquer him, like a pair of dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky, dancing all over the world, and looking at the world.
Those gentle and gentle means of selling fools, and the tricks of women who want to capture the plausibles, can't arouse the natural arrogant blood in the king's body, and can't afford Shen Ningbing's heart for many years.
It turned out...
She laughed desolately.
Taking the intimate underwear that she thought belonged to her, she stepped forward.
The most popular style in the workshop, this apron only covers half of the chest, half exposed, connected with no fewer than dozens of ribbons, tied from the front of the neck, armpit, waist side, and the goose yellow ribbons are crisscrossed, thinly tied in the exquisite In the posture, there is no masochistic meaning, which can most arouse the blood of natural attack in men.
Man Chun put the bellyband around the neck ribbon around Feng Zhiwei's neck, and the corner of her eye passed her earlobe. The earlobe was smooth and had no pierced ears. The place seems to be covered by something of the same color.
Manchun's eyes jumped faintly, and then turned away, slowly pulling the ribbon tight.
The ribbon has a slipknot. Pulling back is to untie and pulling forward—it is a knot.
The fingernails stained with Crimson Kodan slipped along the ribbon and slipped behind.
Fingertips, one pick.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly smiled.
"This dress...is it yours?"