The King's Killer Mad Concubine

"Don't comb anything, just comb my hair." Yu You'er said lightly, looking in the mirror, only then realized that Situ Jinfeng was no longer there

Under Luliu's skillful hands, Yu You'er's hair was quickly combed, she changed into a clean plain dress, and sat beside the bronze mirror, quietly waiting for her fate.

When Situ Jinfeng came over, he saw her appearance at the moment from the bronze mirror. A head of jet-black hair was draped over her chest, pouring down, Sao'e's brows and eyes were full of spring, her skin was as soft and greasy as gentle jade, and her eyes were like a pair of eyes. Qingquan, when looking forward, has its own elegant and noble temperament, which makes people shocked. Without any golden hairpins to accompany it, it is so beautiful, elegant, beautiful and unconventional.

At such a young age, she has already appeared so juicy, but when she grows up, will she still be able to do so?

Situ Jinfeng was a little dumbfounded, was it his illusion?Yu You'er is not the same as Yu You'er three days ago, it seems a little different, but he can't say exactly what is different.

At this time, Yu You'er stood up, turned around, looked at him calmly, and said after a while, "Has the crystal coffin been delivered?"

The faint voice, the faint look in the eyes, as if facing a stranger, made him a little displeased, and looked at her coldly, "What do you mean by this? Want to gamble one last time? Betting on the king's love for you Have mercy?"

"You think too much." Yu You'er's vermilion lips slightly curled up, a layer of coldness floated between her brows and eyes, and she stepped out the door.

Situ Jinfeng behind her looked at her with a complicated expression.

The afternoon sun hangs in the sky like a big fireball, the intense white light is dazzling.

Yu You'er stood at the door, looking at the crystal coffin brought up by several people, a faint smile curled up on the corner of her lips, and she was about to step in when there was a panting sound from the door.

"Yu'er, wait!"

Hearing that she called her own name, Yu You'er looked at her in surprise, "You called me?"

The woman in front of me is elegant, graceful and dignified. She looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she is not a fish and a wild goose, or a moon and a flower, she can be regarded as stunning. There are gold pearl hairpins inserted on both sides, and she walked towards Yu You'er with graceful lotus steps.

"This palace is following the emperor's word of mouth, and Xuan Yu You'er enters the palace to face the saint!" Although the man walked towards Yu You'er, his eyes were looking at Situ Jinfeng.

Situ Jinfeng was a little shocked, and looked at her in disbelief, "Is it your request?"