Mo Qingfeng's skin, soaked in the Lingquan, was as pink as a peach blossom, and the muscle-enhancing ointment that was applied to her left cheek, the same color as the birthmark, gradually melted when it touched the Lingquan.
She washed her face, all the muscle-creating cream was washed off, and it was almost soaked, she got up and dressed, went to the dressing table and sat down.
She redecorated the space, and placed a dressing table and a soft stick next to Lingquan. This place is as warm as her bedroom, no, it is warmer than her simple bedroom in Lengshuige,
Sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Mo Qingfeng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.
In the mirror, she is no longer an ugly woman with that yin and yang face. The muscle-creating cream melts, and what is displayed in front of everyone is a handsome face that is all over the country.
The beautiful eyes are clear and bright, with a touch of coquettishness, the facial features are exquisite and exquisite, the complexion is like a peach blossom, the pearls are round and jade-like, and the muscles are icy and fine-boned.
Mo Qingfeng stretched out his hand, and gently pinched the left cheek, which was full of elasticity. Compared with the two faces, how could there be any trace of a yin and yang face
Relying on her superb medical skills and acupuncture techniques, she cured the yin and yang face, and she felt very fulfilled!
With a pretty face like a nine-day fairy, who would dare to call her an ugly woman in the future? Who would dare to laugh at her as an ugly woman in the future
Coming out of the space, she was wearing a light green long dress, hugging Dominant Tianxia in her arms, stroking it gently, and walked out of the bedroom briskly, her gestures were as graceful as a spring breeze blowing a curving willow.
Seeing her coming out, Bai Xueling's eyes flashed slightly, and a look of amazement flashed in her eyes standing behind Chu Muchen.
Even though the princess is wearing a veil, it still can't hide her Jinghua, and it can even cover up the shortcomings of her yin and yang face.
As soon as she came out of the space, she felt the oppressive atmosphere in the bedroom, and smelled the faint fragrance. Mo Qingfeng knew that Chu Muchen was here.
Mo Qingfeng smiled indifferently, he must have come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.
Chu Muchen sat in front of the table in brocade clothes, his stern face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, the cold was frightening, his face was a little pale, but he still did not lose his kingly air, and still had the nobility of being the only one.
Alas, Mo Qingfeng doesn't like his appearance very much.
Her uncle Gu Yanhao, the president of a country, is not like this Chu Muchen. He always puts himself in a superior position, and always looks down on her with eyes that look down on her.
Doesn't the original owner have an ugly yin and yang face? As for hating her so much
It's not the original owner's fault that she looks ugly, which girl doesn't want to be pretty
It's not her fault that the original owner loves him, she loves him, he doesn't have to marry her... I really don't understand this man's mind!
Mo Qingfeng felt that he didn't want to see him more and more.
Mo Qingfeng sat down opposite him, with a vague smile in her clear and bright beautiful eyes, "Chu Muchen, you look bad, you are seriously hurt, right? Shall I give you a pill?" ?”
Chu Muchen raised his eyes, glanced at her coldly, and pulled his thin lips lightly, "How did you know Dugu Zenan? What's your relationship? Has the Seventh Miss of the Mo House been killed by you, and you pretended to be Mo Qing?" windy?"
Apart from these, Chu Muchen really couldn't figure out why his concubine suddenly became so powerful.
He and Mo Qingfeng didn't get to know each other in a day or two. Would he not know how much Mo Qingfeng weighed
Fighting against her today, her force has been accumulated for almost ten years.
When did Mo Qingfeng have such a high level of cultivation
And Mo Qingfeng didn't know Lonely Zenan either!
Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, "I think what you are most concerned about right now is your injury. Your face is pale and the injury is serious. Also, why should I pretend to be Mo Qingfeng? Chu Muchen, I am Mo Qingfeng! "
Soul travel, this is not impersonation.
Chu Muchen looked at her indifferently, but his mood inexplicably improved, and he said coldly, "Are you caring about me? If you cared about me, you shouldn't be against me, and you shouldn't be with Lonely Zenan."
"Hehe, Chu Muchen, I'm not caring about you. I don't want you to get to the bottom of my affairs and always show up in front of me to annoy me. Besides, I'm not against you, you are against me, Also, those concubines of yours are against me, I have never taken the initiative to commit crimes, but if they commit crimes against me, I will pay them back."
Hearing that she didn't care about herself, Chu Muchen's eyes were deep, and his voice was even colder: "You are my concubine, you should care about me! Fat, it's wrong for me to intervene with other men? This is annoying. ?”
Mo Qingfeng sneered, looked into Chu Muchen's eyes and emphasized again: "Chu Muchen, you have to be clear, I am not your princess. Whoever pays homage to me is my husband. You didn't pay homage to me at all. How can you become my husband if you don’t have a bridal chamber with me? I just want to laugh when you say something like this, hahaha.”
Chu Muchen's face darkened, and his eyes couldn't help falling on the rooster in her arms. Damn it, seeing it this time, he was more beautiful and dazzling than last time. He seemed to be able to shine, and of course it was even more dazzling up.
Chu Muchen raised his eyebrows, and asked displeasedly: "You think that chicken is your husband all your life?"
Also, what the hell is heheda
Mo Qingfeng didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly, with cold eyes, no one could guess what she was thinking.
Chu Muchen pursed his lips, complexion flashed across his handsome face, and he said in a low voice, "If you mind that I didn't worship you at that time, or marry you, I'm willing to make up for it."
Upon hearing this, Bai Xueling's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Chu Muchen in surprise, what is the prince doing? Is he confessing his love to the princess? She looked at Mo Qingfeng again, and saw her frowning, her displeasure and disdain could be seen from her beautiful eyes.
The princess doesn't like the prince
Mo Qingfeng was only slightly taken aback, and she quickly understood what Chu Muchen said.
Presumably, he was tempted by himself.
Mo Qingfeng snorted coldly, looked at Chu Muchen coldly, and said word by word: "Chu Muchen, do you think you can make up for the lost friendship? Maybe you have the ability to bring a dead person back to life, but you can Can a person's heart be resurrected after being dead? The moment you connived Yi Qingyun and Zhao Minjing to beat me to death, my heart was already dead, and you didn't have the chance to make it up even if you wanted to. On the day you got married, you Let Zhao Minjing come out with a cock, let everyone laugh at me, and make me the laughing stock of Chu Qianguo, I only have hatred and disgust for you. I don’t even despise you as the eighth prince, let alone the status of the eighth princess. I once again I declare that you did not marry me, you did not marry me in the bridal chamber, you are not my husband, I am not your concubine, and I have nothing to do with you from now on..." Leaning forward slightly, Mo Qingfeng looked at him mockingly, his tone Slowly, he said word by word: "You are not qualified to meddle in my affairs, we have never had any relationship, I want to associate with Lonely Zenan, or even with other men, you are not qualified to meddle .If you feel lonely and empty, you can take a concubine, and I won't care about you."
"Mo Qingfeng! That's enough!!" Chu Muchen was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched violently, and his eyes were even darker. Her beautiful and cold eyes made him even more angry. In a fit of anger, he reached out to grab her her veil.