Long Feili subconsciously reached out and pressed it into his arms. It was something he kept close to his body. How could he mistake it for something that she was holding tightly in her hand before she passed out? As long as she slept, the comb stayed with him.
With a stern look in his eyes, he stared at her coldly. He suppressed the urge to look at those eyes again, turned his sleeves and left.
"My comb."
The voice behind him was startled and anxious. He clearly heard the footsteps of her rushing to catch up, and then the clothes behind him were tightly grasped.
"Give me the comb back!"
What is this situation! Except for her sister-in-law, she has never seen anyone who dared to treat her ninth brother like this. This unremarkable little servant actually grabbed her ninth brother's dragon robe in a thousand pairs of eyes.
Does this little slave want to live or die
Yuzhi glanced blankly at Xia Sang next to him, and even Xia Sang was shocked.
Zhang Jin closed his eyes and hugged his wife who was limp in his arms.
Between joy and surprise, there is a millimeter of distance between him, and this Shangshu will collapse into the hands of this weird Nian Xiaoqi tonight. Who is she!
"What's the matter?" Concubine Ru heard the wrong voice, and anxiously asked the maid next to her. The maid had been in the palace for many years. At this time, almost half of the people stood up and leaned towards the field—the emperor His robe was being pulled tightly in the hands of the little slave who presented the gift to the acting master, and he was shocked, and he was busy and reported to Concubine Ru in a low voice.
The respective men were exchanging glances, crystal clear, and Nishang glanced at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or to be surprised, Xiahouchu frowned and looked at Lu Kai, Lu Kai secretly blamed himself, and was about to step down the steps, when Qingfeng next to him had a shapeless figure. Yue, when he reached Zhu Qi's side, he didn't speak, he drew his sword and slashed at her hand.
Zhu Qi was horrified... I haven't seen each other for three years, and this kid Qingfeng is getting closer to the neurotic group. She hasn't settled the account with him, but he actually wants to cut her arm. , shouted, "Ali."
Because of those dissimilar eyes, I felt irritable in my heart, and taught the rude little slave who didn't know the etiquette to hold the robe, Long Feili was already angry, he was ruthless, and he didn't think about it at all. After stopping Qingfeng, he suddenly shouted, he kept in mind everything about that person, obviously it was not her voice... It was when he thought about her that she became crazy, and let Luo Jin, who looked like her, rely on her to treat him. It was Zhang Jin's concubine's voice that sounded like her, and she didn't make him tremble at this time.
His mind wasn't even clear yet, he quickly reached out and took Zhu Qixu into his arms, the other hand and the two fingers were slightly bent, and he flicked the long sword blade that had been handed over to the woman.
The sword body bounced back suddenly, and Qingfeng only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth. He took several steps back to stabilize his body. He was startled and looked at Long Feili in a daze.
Being held in his arms, Zhu Qi's heart trembled, but he didn't care about having fun in a man's arms. If he didn't do it, he would never stop. He reached out and probed into Long Feili's robe. With something to gain, Long Feili hugged her and was slightly ecstatic, but for a while he had no idea of letting go. When he realized, she had already taken something out of his arms.
In the thin palm, two combs lay quietly.
Long Feili was shocked and looked closely at the two almost identical combs in the woman's hand.
Even the picture above and the jagged sawtooth look alike.
If you want to identify it, only the old and the new are different.
"It turns out that you have one too. Forget it, I don't care about you anymore. However, I still have to get my comb back." Zhu Qi took the newer comb away and carefully put it back into the small purse around his waist. inside.
Her hand had just been taken out of her purse, but she taught the man to grasp it.
He grabbed her hand tightly, and even the look on his face was fierce and anxious.
"Why do you have this comb? Who is A Li?"
She quietly watched him question her in a rough voice, looked at his young and handsome face, and the cold indifference that had been sipping strong wine by herself from the moment she came in stood in front of her one by one.
She smiled softly in her heart.
In three years, no matter how much folklore there are, the emperor's infatuation with the new year and the capture of the next country is just a pinch of yellow sand, but the legend is still a legend after all.
No matter what she didn't know about the relationship between Chai Chai and him, at this moment, she finally confirmed by herself that he loved her, and he still loved her deeply.
She didn't speak, she just pretended to be frightened, watching everyone look at the two in horror, looking at their emperor.
Until Long Feili's hand squeezed her shoulder tightly.
Only then did she murmur: "This is the servant's fiance who gave the servant to the servant."
Long Feili frowned. He wasn't sure what he wanted to hear from this little slave, but he really wanted to hear what she had to say. From his fingers to his body, he was tense, and he was suddenly alert. But still didn't let go of her.
In her eyes was her face that suddenly lowered.
"He later got married with other women and had a child. This is the only thing he left to his servants. In fact, he has nothing to do with the servants. It was the servant who was thinking about it and refused to give up."
Her voice was low and hoarse, mixed with a mocking smile, Long Fei became more and more anxious, and suddenly he heard her scream, and he realized that he had almost crushed her shoulder blades, his fingers loosened, but Still holding her in his arms.
"What's his name?"
The man's heavy snorting snorted on her face, she smelled the alcohol smell coming from him, and the familiar scent of ambergris that scratched her body and mind, and condensed his eyebrows, "The slave called him. Leave."
Everything seemed to be gone all of a sudden, only her red eyes were left, and there was a pair of stubbornness that had nowhere to tell, Long Fei was heartbroken with pain and anger, and she didn't want to think about all the coincidences and her lips. Jiao measured lightly, only clasped her shoulders hard, and said solemnly: "Give me his name, place of origin, and I will decide for you!"
She smiled lightly, and loosened her grip on his shirt. He was shocked, but she suddenly passed out in his arms.