The queen concubine please

Chapter 80 Midnight: What is the prince doing here?

That woman dared to beat him. She grew up so big and had never been beaten before. Could it be that women in another time and space are so unfemale?
When he thinks about it, she can be said to be naughty and cute, and also a little weird.

But there is no doubt that Ling Feishuang impressed him even more. His mind is full of that woman now, and he really can't calm down. He doesn't know what she is doing now?
Trying to suppress the restlessness in his body, he grabbed the white robe next to him, put it on, and walked towards Qing Zhixie.

For so many years, he has only looked at the courtyard from a distance, and has never entered it, and he doesn't even know what it looks like there.

After sending those women away, the whole palace seemed deserted. He didn't care at all, and he must know that there will be a new batch of women in the mansion, but as long as that woman is still there, it doesn't matter.

He prevented the subordinates from reporting, in fact, Qing Zhixie only had two guards, just two little maids, he was about to step into the house when he heard Liu Liu's voice about to cry.

"Miss, put down the scissors..."

He was startled, thinking that something happened, and immediately flashed in, "What are you doing?"

"My servant has seen the prince!" Liu Liu quickly knelt down.

Ling Feishuang didn't raise her head, and continued to hold the scissors at her hair, and when she was about to cut it off, Situ Mo suddenly stepped forward, turned her palm slightly, and snatched the scissors away.

His movements this time were unbelievably fast, Ling Feishuang was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the previous few times, he hadn't used all his strength at all, and outside the gate of the palace, he was probably succeeded by her in a trance for a while, right?

"What are you doing?" He took the pair of scissors and was still a little dazed.

"Can't you see? I'm cutting my hair." Ling Feishuang glanced at the scissors in his hand, and frowned slightly. She didn't like the long hair that fell down to the waist like the ancients, and it felt too cumbersome.

"You don't sleep most of the night, you are cutting your hair!" He stared in disbelief and shouted.

"Isn't it Prince Mo? You came here in the middle of the night, is there something wrong?" It was indeed late at this time, and Ling Feishuang wanted to cut her hair and go to bed.

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