The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"But you just now..." Huangfulian looked at the silk cloth she threw on the ground.

"I'm really fine! If you don't believe me, we... we can... prove it again!" In order to prevent Huang Fulian from looking for Wu Yu, Mi Luo really rushed out.

"Again?" Huangfu Lian was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed deeply, "Yan'er, do you really think that this king is the kind of pervert? Knowing that you are not feeling well, you still beat you hard?"

"No, no, no! I'm fine! I'm really fine! I can do it!" Mi Luo was really afraid to death that Huang Fulian was going to find Wu Yu.

She dropped her shyness completely, screamed, and straddled his lap, eagerly pulling his belt away. [

"Yan'er...don't be like this, I just don't want to go to Wu Yu." Huangfu Lian said while holding Mi Luo's hand that crawled into her clothes.

Hearing these words, Mi Luo breathed a long sigh of relief.

But she was still a little worried, so she asked, "Really?"

"Well, really." Huangfulian nodded, and hugged the woman in her arms tightly.

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The deep palace, the inner courtyard, and the study room.

Xiahou Fengli sat behind the desk, reviewing the memorial.

Jiang Nanyan was sitting on a small soft couch less than five meters away from him, with some snacks beside him, holding a novel, and lying there lazily reading.

It was quiet in the study.

Except for the occasional flipping of books, there was no sound.