Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 77

Hearing the laughter, Mudan looked forward through the peach blossom grove, her mouth closed in surprise: "Isn't that, isn't that Mr. Yunlong? Is that the suave prince?"

If ordinary peony can't recognize it, but the laughing peony is very familiar. It is Mr. Yunlong, the man whom Furong dreams of, so he is the emperor.

"Hehe, hehe, no wonder, he's gone forever. It turns out that he is the emperor, so how can he look down on us romantic women? What kind of vows are all bullshit." Mudan's eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Xiao Ai whispered: "Mom, why don't you go, let's go, I'm starving to death." In the past half a month, Xiao Ai hardly knew anything in order to lose weight and show her waist, but today she must Eat, or you will have no energy tomorrow.

Peony looked at Xiao Ai in a daze, and had an idea in her mind. Xiao Ai looked at Peony shaking a little strangely and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Peony smiled and said, "Nothing? Okay, let's go eat. Mom will treat you to the roast duck at Defeng Tower today, okay?"

In the evening, the red sunset glow dyed the sky orange. In such a fine evening, there should be silk and bamboo in the Bichun Courtyard, but tonight everyone was panicked.

Xiao Ai clutched her stomach on the bed: "Oh, Mom, it hurts me so much, it hurts me so much."

Peony said anxiously: "What can I do? Why does my stomach hurt at this time? Tomorrow is the Peach Blossom Festival, and you are the lead dancer again. This is a royal celebration. We at Changlefang may be beheaded."

Xiao Ai's face was covered with sweat from the pain, and she said with white lips: "Mom, Mom, I can do it tomorrow, I can dance, look." stumbling.

Mo Li supported Xiao Ai who was about to fall, and said anxiously, "How can I dance like this?"

Peony looked at Mo Li: "Mo Li, haven't you been dancing with Xiao Ai all the time, why don't you do it?"

Mo Li shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, I can't dance, I've only learned it for a few days, I'll make a fool of myself."

Xiao Ai took Mo Li's hand: "Mo Li, you can do it. In fact, you have practiced seven or eight levels of kung fu these days, and you will do it tomorrow. I am greedy and ate too much greasy food. Let me implicate Changlefang.

The corners of Peony's mouth raised slightly secretly, and then said coldly: "Xiao Ai, you should cultivate well, Mo Li, come with me, I will make up for you tonight."

Mo Li followed Peony into the room, and the candles in the room danced joyfully. Peony took out an exquisitely carved box with a delicate little golden lock emitting golden light.

Mudan held the small box and said to Mo Li: "This box was the last thing your mother left in the leisurely home. I thought it would never be needed."

Opening the box, it was a pink long-sleeved dance dress. Peony gently stroked the dance dress: "This dance dress is made of silk from the sky. It is priceless. When dancing, the clothes are light and the clothes are real and illusory. Tomorrow Just put on this and dance. These jewelry were left to me by your mother back then, and I will hand them over to you today."

Peony opened a small blue box again, and the room was instantly filled with a faint fragrance: "This fragrance powder is called Jialanxiang, which is a fragrance powder from the Western Regions. It is made of shell grinding, you can apply it on your body tomorrow, and your skin will be more crystal clear. At night, it will emit a radiant light, like a moon fairy descending to earth."

(End of this chapter)