"Ah, my clothes!"
She yelled, and Leng Qisu also felt something strange. He turned around and looked at the Yun brocade skirt that had been burned to pieces. He was stunned. For just a moment, he couldn't help laughing "haha".
"Are you still laughing?" Mo Shuang was furious and glared at him, "It's all you! What should I do now?"
He smiled without saying a word, sat back again, and continued to bake his brocade robe unhurriedly.
It’s intentional, this man is intentional!
Mo Shuang bit her silver teeth secretly, feeling angry but unable to get out, so she had to sit there and feel angry alone.
At this time, a voice calling for Fourth Master came from the other side of the broken bridge. She was startled and hurriedly hid behind Leng Qisu.
"Lao Yang, the driver, is not stupid. He knows how to go home and find someone to pick us up!" Leng Qisu smiled, put on his middle coat, turned around, put the brocade robe on her body, and put it on, "Let's go !”
The moment he turned around, something slipped out of the wide sleeves of his shirt, but he didn't notice it.
Mo Shuang lowered his head and saw that it was a piece of purple silk. He bent down and picked it up. She wanted to call him out, but for some reason, it was stuffed into her sleeve by accident.
***
In front of the palace gate, Yun Chaoxiang and a group of women who had learned the news were all dressed up very enchantingly and were already waiting there.
"Is the prince okay?" As soon as Leng Qisu got off his horse, they cuddled up to him with their soft and tender bodies, showing their concern.
But when he saw Mo Shuang behind him, especially when he saw her wearing Leng Qisu's brocade robe with disheveled makeup, her expressions turned gloomy.
"It's okay!" Leng Qisu responded lightly, took Mo Shuang's hand, and walked straight into the palace, leaving a group of women standing there, staring and angry.
In Youmei Garden, Lily was feeding the magpies. When she saw Mo Shuang coming back like this, she was surprised at first, and then she covered her mouth and snickered, "The princess left the palace before the servants, and she only arrived now. What on earth is that carriage?" How slow!”
"It's a long story," Mo Shuang blushed, not knowing where to start, and hurriedly walked into the house.
"Then don't tell me," Lily followed into the room and looked at her with a wicked smile, her eyes fixed on the purple brocade robe she was wearing, meaningfully, "If you don't tell me, my slave will know it too!"
"What do you know?" Looking at her ambiguous expression, Mo Shuang just realized what she was doing. She was embarrassed and annoyed for a moment, so she grabbed a pillow and threw it at it, "You damn girl, what are you thinking about?"
"My slave, you didn't think about anything!" Lily giggled and took the soft pillow in her hand.
***
There was a candlelight, and Mo Shuang sat under the lamp, carefully looking at the purple silk handkerchief in her hand. The silk handkerchief was embroidered with a white magnolia and a beautiful shadow character.
Very delicate red.
This is the square silk handkerchief that fell from Leng Qisu's body during the day.
There was still a faint hint of ambergris on the silk handkerchief, which he must have carried with him for a long time.
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A woman's name
(End of chapter)