Mo night, Mo night, Mo night!
He is Mo Ye! How could such a thing be done
There must be a reason for staying in Yuehua Palace. It seems that now she really needs to go and meet the so-called aunt - Feng Ling'er.
As her mother's biological sister, she was completely indifferent to the fact that her niece had awakened after sleeping for fourteen years. It seemed that even after a thousand years, they had become so-called relatives.
But no matter how you look at it, the relationship between them should still be bad.
Otherwise, this relative was considered close enough. It was unreasonable for her to not see her for so long after she woke up.
"Yes! Rumors are just rumors. How can they be true?"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, when your health gets better, you can let Mr. Mo Ye take you to play every day!"
"That is to say! Whether it is age or appearance, Her Royal Highness clearly has the advantage!"
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The little girls seemed to be eager to protect their master, thinking of her in every word they said.
Of course, to put it another way, this is also flattery in disguise, although it doesn't sound bad.
"Don't compare me with her!" Luo Qingchen nodded slightly and said with a full princess style: "She is not qualified to compare with me."
Whether it is the past a thousand years ago or now a thousand years later.
Feng Ling'er will never be qualified to compare with her, that has never changed!
"Yes! Your Highness, the slaves will no longer dare." They saluted and replied at the same time. Luo Qingchen nodded and chuckled: "Even if you want to meet my princess's aunt for a while, you'd better dress up and attend."
"Your Highness the Princess means..."
"You can't lose the battle if you lose."
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Half an hour later, the little palace maids carefully painted her makeup with excited faces.
In fact, this body is very good-looking, not the kind of cold face, but the kind of clear spirit with a touch of cuteness.
Especially the eyes, there is a feeling that if you look at them a few more times, all your worries will disappear.
Mo Ye always liked to stare into her eyes. After a long time, he would sigh softly and his eyes would become sad.
She couldn't understand him, but looking at his brows, she felt the urge to hug him.
I want to be good to him and want to continue their thousand-year love.
It's a pity, it's a pity...
He didn't seem to give her this chance.
After dressing up, she put on a moon-blue Suzhou embroidery Liucai Yunjin palace dress, and held a gilded beauty palace fan with an ivory handle. The long black hair is combed into a hibiscus bun, and a chrysanthemum-patterned enamel step is inserted diagonally on the top of the head.
She rarely dressed up so luxuriously, this was the first time.
After all, we are going to 'fight', and if we don't have enough clothes, we will be defeated in minutes.
She only took two personal maids with her, walked through the imperial garden, and walked towards Feng Ling'er's Yuehua Palace.
The moment she stood outside the hall, she had to admire Feng Ling'er's popularity.
From the beginning of the long slope of the stone, there were piles of gifts. Due to the ban in the palace, the young masters outside the palace and even the sons of dignitaries may not be able to enter the palace every day.
They could only send gifts through their connections to express their feelings.
As everyone knows, Feng Ling'er didn't even see most of these gifts. This is generally the case with people. When there are too many people who like them, sometimes they don't care.
There were so many people who liked Feng Ling'er, but she chose to keep Mo Ye.
"Your Highness, let's..." Seeing that she had stopped where she was, the little palace maid stepped forward and asked, "Are you still going in?"
The next second, she took a deep breath, nodded slowly and said, "Of course." (To be continued)