The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind!Could it be that...Sima Yang's mother has...already...that?

Thinking of this, I can't wait to jump off the top of the mountain and die!Asazuki, look at you, what kind of question did you ask?

Silence... The scene was hidden in an unprecedented silence...

Sima Yang lightly rubbed on my shoulder, with a faint smile hidden in his voice: "Cough... my mother was very windy and dark for a month more than ten years ago...cough cough cough...that is, hanging in the sky like a On the night of the 'poetic and picturesque' watermelon-like moon, I took my eldest brother and moved into the Zizhu Pavilion in the backyard of the palace, and I rarely come out..."

As I said that, there was another slight vibration in my shoulder socket. [

Damn it!This guy actually changed the subject again!Is that all he wants and I hate the topic of what the moon looks like?Or, did he just want to take the opportunity to despise me?

Just when I was so depressed that I wanted to pull out a few hairs to tie knots and whip people, Sima Yang stopped trembling.

He slowly raised his head from my shoulder socket, staring at me for a moment with his shining pupils, with an unconcealable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Actually, if you look carefully, the little black spot on the moon...cough... It's really a bit like watermelon seeds...cough cough..."

really!I knew that he brought the subject back to make fun of me!