The maids landed on the yellow rosewood box pressed at the bottom of the makeup.

Qingyan opened it lightly and exclaimed, "This is the blood hosta, the prince is really good to you." ”

Even the blood hosta was given to the princess.

Yuan Changhuan was also shocked when he saw the other maids, so he calmly raised his peach blossom eyes and raised them slightly, "Isn't it just a hosta, what's the fuss." ”

"The princess didn't know that this was not an ordinary hosta."

Zhu lips pursed lightly, Yuan Changhuan's eyes were faint, of course she knew that it was not an ordinary hosta, and it looked very expensive.

Casually replied, "Oh? Could it be that there is any earth-shattering secret to this hosta? ”

Seeing that the princess had a mediocre reaction, Qingyan continued, "The last time the slave saw the blood hosta was when the old princess was alive. ”

Before the four Qing Dynasty, they were all big maids in the grandmother's courtyard, and before they got married, there were no maids in Xingzhixuan, and Yuan Changhuan passed the door, and the four maids were sent from the courtyard of the deceased grandmother to serve her.

"This blood hosta is a relic left by the old princess to the son."

This is also the reason why Qingyan was surprised, I thought that the prince was just doting on the princess, after all, the princess was really beautiful, but I didn't expect it......

Looking at the blood hosta in the palm of his hand, Yuan Changhuan suddenly felt that this thing was a little heavy and burning.

"Princess Shizi, do you still use it?"

Qingwan asked cautiously.

Yuan Changhuan quickly closed the look in his eyes, "Yes." ”

The already magnificent and enchanting face is appropriately set off with this blood hosta.

After finishing the makeup, looking at the beauty in the mirror, Yuan Changhuan was in a good mood.

Women, seeing that they are beautiful, all displeasure is swept away.

Especially Yuan Changhuan's temperament of seeing beauty as his life.

"The princess is so good-looking."

"Of course the princess is good-looking."

The former is a compliment of jade satin.

The latter is a clear male voice.

Yuan Changhuan held the hand of the bronze mirror for a slight pause, and did not look back, continuing to appreciate his beauty, who else could the man who could step into this door silently except for thanks.

The red lips that had been coated with lip grease were gently hooked, and he thought casually.

Xie Ci saw that Yuan Changhuan ignored him, and raised his hand to disperse the maid.

As soon as the maids saw the look of the prince, they immediately bowed their heads respectfully and retreated.

When the door was closed, I could only see the ivory-white robe of the princess and the skirt embroidered with delicate patterns of the princess.

"Why don't you ignore me?"

Yuan Changhuan looked in the mirror by himself, and his shoulders sank.

Embraced from behind.

The low voice is like a clear spring, little by little.

His finger fell on Yuan Changhuan's black hair, "This blood hosta still looks best on you." ”

"Why did you give me your grandmother's relics?"

Yuan Changhuan asked coldly.

"Not my grandmother, it's our grandmother." Thanksgiving.

"Yes, our grandmother." This kind of thing, Yuan Changhuan didn't bother to bother with him, "Why give it to me?" ”

Hearing Yuan Changhuan finish speaking, Xie Ci's low laughter was obvious, "Since it is our grandmother, what is the difference between putting it here for you and putting it here for your husband, and you can't wear this hairpin for your husband." ”

Said it calmly and confidently.

Yuan Changhuan couldn't refute it.

But he perceived......

The thin lips of Xie Ci were getting closer and closer, and Yuan Changhuan directly blocked them between them with a bronze mirror, revealing a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, at this time, the peach blossom eyes were dotted with banter and casualness, "Wait." ”

The thin lips were attached to the cold bronze mirror, and Xie Ci didn't care, "What's wrong?" Don't give a kiss? ”

Yuan Changhuan stood up lightly, withdrew from the embrace of thanks, and sorted out the skirt that had been crumpled by him by the way.

Only then did he say with a smile, "The concubine is going out, and the makeup that she finally got together can't be destroyed by the prince." ”

As he spoke, the slender hand touched his lips.

Obviously natural movements, but with fatal temptation.