The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

As soon as I entered the hall, surrounded by a group of old men with white beards, Sima Yang slowly walked up to a large carved chair covered with yellow brocade silk in the center of the living room, leaving me alone to face the "struck" by lightning Sima Qing was still black in the stinking ditch.

As soon as Sima Yang left, the air within five feet around me immediately fell into an unprecedented and strange state.

In order to avoid offending Sima Qing, I thought that I would move people step by step without anyone noticing...

I just moved two steps, less than ten centimeters away, and I was shocked to find that the hem of the skirt was stepped on!

I lowered my head with a mournful face, and sure enough, I saw Sima Qing's big feet in black cloth boots stepping on my skirt arrogantly, with an air of dominance. -_-#[

Hematemesis!I don't step on such a wide floor, but I want to step on my skirt. Is this guy really able to carry it?

With raging fire burning in my eyes, I grabbed the skirt and pulled it hard, pulling the skirt out from under Sima Qing's "An Lushan Hoof".

The corners of Sima Qing's mouth raised an arrogant arc, her eyebrows were raised high, her eyes were like two wires accidentally touching each other, sparks flashed in a burst of "popping" and said, "Want to escape?"

I didn't do anything bad, why should I run away!

Although I really wanted to yell, but when I was stared at by Sima Qing's stormy green eyes, I immediately shook my head wildly, and said in a trembling voice, "No, no! You stepped on my skirt."