The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Sima Yang leaned crookedly on a table and stood up straight, Shui Lingling's eyes were full of surprise: "Big brother... why are you here?"

Sima Qing raised her eyebrows lazily, without answering, she bent down directly in front of me, stretched out her hand, pinched my collar accurately, lifted it up, and dragged me across the ground: "Come figure out the answer." No? Hillbilly?"

What does he he he he call me? !redneck?Damn brat, how dare you casually call me a nickname? !

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, I pushed Sima Qing away vigorously, jumped up angrily, put my hips on my hips, and burst into a rage: "Sima Qing, I come from the fashion capital of the future, so I'm not a country bumpkin!"

Speaking of bumpkins, these ancient talents really are!snort!Hurry up and run away with your tail between your legs, old country bumpkin! [

When Sima Qing heard this, her entire face changed, her transparent and fair face suddenly turned into charcoal, and her extremely hard fists shone coldly in the moonlight: "Do you want to be fisted by me?"

I jumped up suddenly, quickly ran behind Sima Qing and hid, showing my head and timidly looking at Sima Qing who was almost on fire: "I... I... I didn't make a mistake, you... Why..."

Sima Qing stretched out her big foot, kicked over a table, and made a loud noise: "It's because you can't remember the answer from the mirror!"