The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

What's so annoying is that the mirror seller didn't say anything at all, just like a fairy descended from the world.Squinting Douya eyes, looking back and forth, in front of the three of us, as if planning something.

After Sima Yang gave him a few ingots of gold, the mirror seller who had become an old monk finally looked at me lazily, and put his index finger like an old tree bark across the tip of my nose: "You are the answer."

Whoa!The mirrors are gone, and this guy actually said the answer is in me!This guy must be a liar with open eyes!

I watched the salesman put the gold into his sleeves with saliva, and I couldn't help but get angry, and decided to drag this guy out and beat him up!

In the end, the mirror seller failed, so Sima Qing led me down, and two tall guards, one in charge of the head and the other in charge of the feet, carried me on their shoulders like a bag of rice! [

woohoo...

I twisted my body desperately, danced and screamed and protested, but no matter how I struggled, I used eighteen martial arts, kicking, biting, and thumping desperately... The two guards were completely motionless, their faces Expressionless, walking steadily towards the destination step by step

I'm so pissed off!

About 10 minutes later, our group returned to the palace, and Sima Qing immediately ordered someone to lock me into a small dark room before our butts even touched the chairs!