My Little Mom is the Richest

"The peach blossoms on the human face are in red...hehe... the peach blossoms on the human face are in red..." But when Feng Xueyang kept repeating this sentence, it seemed that there was something difficult and he could no longer chant the following verses, Mingyue Jun couldn't help but Curiously asked: "His Royal Highness! Where's behind?"

"When did you! Call me Third Highness?" Putting down Mingyue Jun's hand, Feng Xueyang looked lonely, and said calmly, "Yes! You already know that I am Muqiu!"

"What?" What is this and what? Of course he has always known that he is Mu Qiu?

"Okay! Fill up the following verses yourself!" Feng Xueyang picked up the wine bottle again, opened the window and looked at the purple peach in the snow, still fascinated with elegance.

Fill it up? Is this an order? How would I know what to pick up later? Mu Qiu tonight is getting more and more weird! Reluctantly, Mingyue Jun had to read the first two sentences back and forth, biting his pen and hurting his brain.

"Last year and today in this door, the faces of the human face were red with each other..." What's next? It seems...maybe...I should have heard that, in a fuzzy time, Mingyuejun started writing and added the following two sentences "I don't know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze." The three majesty is a little delicate, and the rest of the brushstrokes are almost exactly the same. I can’t help but be curious. I have practiced this word a few days before entering the palace, but after all, I can’t practice writing in a short time. 'S name is written like a bit, but now how can you be so comfortable with it? Sure enough, I have a lot of things in the dark, so I should check it out...

"Come here to make hair for me!" The deep voice sounded again, following the sound, I don't know when Feng Xueyang has been sitting idle in front of the mirror, the bronze mirror reflects the peerless face, and the eyes are full of charm.

"Nuo!" Putting down the pen in his hand, walking behind Feng Xueyang, consciously took out the purple jade comb placed in the ebony box, and carefully combed the black hair that had been scattered. Seeing the transparent purple jade shuttle between the black hair like the good ink above, feeling the smooth but thick and straight touch between the fingers, I can't help but sigh: Your Royal Highness is worthy of the first son of Haoyu, just look at this A blue silk is enough to make many women fascinated by it, right? At least he is like that. Jade comb did not encounter any obstacles from top to bottom. I thought that the three majesty had been drunk all night, and the hair had been messed up, but I didn’t want it to be so straight and it was so smooth. Difficult to organize. Faintly looked in the mirror. I don’t know when, my face in the mirror was blurred. I naturally took out a mahogany box and took out the purple jade hairpin in it, as if I had done it countless times. He was skilled in the three-hedral chase. The hair was fixed with a hosta, and the long hair behind him was combed again with a jade comb. Finally, he looked at the three majesty in the mirror. The gentleness and grace were a little more chic and elegant than when the hair was bundled up before.

"Hehe... you still have the best craftsmanship. So far, Bailey, who served me as a child, doesn't have the skill of yours!" Feng Xueyang frowned suddenly and stroked his forehead.

"His Royal Highness! Are you okay?" Ignoring the meaning of'or' in the words of His Highness Three, I thought that he was a little confused when he was drunk, but he seemed uncomfortable with his appearance, which made Mingyue even more so. You are worried,

"What else? Isn't it just drinking too much!" Feng Xueyang said lightly, and continued to stroke his head with both hands, "Ruoer! Press for me!"