The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

But there is no way around it. Whose maid can keep her hands smooth when she works all day long?

"From now on, you only need to be by this king's side, and leave other things to the servants." Huang Fulian said while raising Mi Luo's hand, put it to her lips, and kissed it distressedly.

"Yeah." Mi Luo nodded with a blushing face.

Her voice was very small, and she couldn't hear clearly in the Xiahou wind hiding behind the curtain.

But that voice still gave him a strange sense of familiarity. [

what happened?

Why does this maid give him a familiar feeling?

Could it be that she is really Jiangnan Yan?

Xiahou Fengli opened the curtain a little, and looked at the two people on the bed with a pair of bright black eyes, trying to see more clearly.

It's a pity that the woman's face was covered by the red silk cloth, so she couldn't see clearly at all.

He could only try his best to judge who the woman was from the voice of Huang Fulian talking to her.

"Do you want to eat something?" Huang Fulian asked.

"I'm not hungry." Mi Luo shook his head, and the bead curtain on the phoenix crown jingled.

Huang Fulian's eyes flickered for a while, and gradually turned dark.

He raised his long fingers, hooked her chin, and slowly lifted her small face, which only showed a white and smooth chin.

"Are you scared?"

Mi Luo swallowed, and nodded slightly.

"What are you afraid of?" Huangfu Lian gently scratched her red lips with her fingertips, her eyes became blurred.