The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

All eyes swept over in unison, and the scene was filled with a chilling silence...

Then, there was a burst of laughter, loud enough to overturn the whole house!

Shame on the Pacific Ocean!

I rubbed my sore forehead, sat up crookedly, and felt a circle of stars above my head, holding hands and dancing happily...

Sima Yang, who had already stepped into the hall, heard the voice and backed out. Seeing me sitting on the ground in a mess, he froze for a few seconds, and immediately ran over to help me up, his eyes full of worry: "Why are you so careless?" ?”[

Originally, he wanted to sue Sima Qing, but when he thought of being locked in the small room, it was as if his spine had been ripped out, and he turned into a paralyzed mud, and the words slid back to his stomach automatically.

I tugged on the light yellow skirt that dragged the floor, smiling more ugly than crying: "The skirt is too long, I accidentally stepped on it."

Hiss hurts!The forehead must be broken!

Depressed, why does Sima Qing always look like she hates me, she freezes me with her eyes every now and then, and now it has developed into fists and kicks, can't he communicate with me well?

I was so angry that my nostrils were smoking, and my cheeks were swollen into a frog. I was brought into the living room by Sima Yang, and my eyes were aimed at Sima Qing. : "Burn you! Burn you!"