The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Huang Fu Lian was stunned for a while, before she realized what the empress mother meant.

With such a mother on the stand, sometimes it is really speechless.

Huangfu Lian blushed, coughed lightly, took the wedding gown, and went back to the inner room.

Jiangnan Yan blushed, huddled under the quilt, covered her face, she didn't even dare to raise her head, even when Huang Fulian sat by the bed, she didn't feel heavy.

"Yan'er, do you want to try it on?" Huang Fulian put down the wedding dress, and pulled her hand covering her face. [

"Don't..." Jiang Nanyan shook her head.

It was already very embarrassing to be bumped into myself and Huang Fulian just now.

If someone broke in while changing clothes, then she really wouldn't have to live.

"Alright." Huang Fulian nodded, put away her clothes, and then returned to the bed, hugging Jiang Nanyan into her arms, "This king also wants to save the surprise for the last."

"Yeah." Jiang Nanyan nodded with a blushing face.

The two of them stuck together quietly, sitting there leaning against each other, enjoying this rare and comfortable time.

After a while, Jiang Nanyan suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, Huangfulian, did that man named Xiahou Fengli yesterday have anything to do with me?"

After Huang Fulian's body was fine, Jiang Nanyan remembered that the Xiahou Feng she had met in the alley before was dead.

She felt that the man was a bit pitiful. He stood in the snow and waited in the snow. He might be sick.