Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 471 Cold War
She doesn't know those so-called family members!
But the Yushi Mansion should be easier to escape, right?
In Yushifu, he only needs to behave resignedly.

Maybe they let her guard down and let her find a chance to escape...

Although she has no martial arts now, she doesn't want to be that canary and be kept in this gorgeous cage.

Especially when the other party was someone she hated to the bone...

"Are you ready?"

A voice suddenly came in from outside the door.

Following the words, Mo Qingcheng walked in.

Today he is wearing an ice blue robe embroidered with gold thread.

There are several poles of pruning bamboo embroidered on the upper thread.It was covered with a white fox fur cloak.

On his head was a crown of gold.A jade belt is tied around the waist, and an ivory folding fan is shaking in the hand.

The sun was dancing in his hair, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he looked like an elegant and noble man.

He seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness of the wedding night, and the smile on his face was as light as a spring breeze.

"My lord." All the maids and women in the room knelt down.

Mo Qingcheng waved his hand, signaling them to back down.

Ye Xuanji didn't raise her head, and she didn't wear any of those complicated jewelry.

The long black hair was casually scattered on the shoulders, and she was wearing a light green dress, which looked graceful and coquettish.

"Why don't you wear it? Don't want to go home?" Mo Qingcheng sat down beside her and wrapped her arms around her slender waist.

Ye Xuanji froze and struggled a bit, not wanting to get in close contact with him: "Let go!"

The deep disgust in her eyes seemed to hurt him, so Mo Qingcheng had no choice but to let go. .

Looking at the jewelry on the table, he said indifferently: "Although you don't care, I still want face. You are my concubine, and you are dressed too poorly, so you don't have to make people laugh. Come, help the concubine. Wanfa!"

He gave an order, who would dare not listen.

Those little maids came forward tremblingly, wanting to recomb Ye Xuanji's hair.

(End of this chapter)