Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 291 The Black-bellied Scheme ([-])

Mo Li nodded with a solemn expression. "Don't worry, I will give you an explanation! I will not let anyone who dares to kidnap my imperial brother and provoke Ao Zi."

Ding Li sneered: "Just your brother Jingui? Who will pay back my brother's life?!"

Mo Li looked at Mo Wuying. "I brought two imperial physicians and some medicine downstairs. Look?..."

Before Mo Wuying could speak, Ding Liu waved his hand with difficulty.

His eyes were scorching, and his eyes never left Mo Wuying.

"You guys... don't rush around. I know my body well. Uncle Qingxie...hasn't arrived yet?"

Between the words, Leng Qingxie pushed the door open and entered.Holding a pink and white shirt in her arms.

Leng Qingxie handed the clothes to Mo Wuying without saying a word, walked to Ding Liu's side and began to feel his pulse.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, he slowly shook his head.

Ding Li punched the solid wood screen, and the red lacquered sawdust flew into despair.

Mo Wuying was silent.

Picking up brocade and Lingluo, she walked into the inner room.

Change clothes, wash face.She took off her deliberately sticky eyebrows, pursed her red lips, drew on her slender eyeliner, and powdered her sad and pale cheeks...

Untiing layers of corsets freed Ao Ting, and put on layers of underwear and petticoats to tighten the willow waist.

The floor-length silk doffing powder skirt, the elegant and light dancing wide cloud sleeves, and the white layered gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings and soft as dreams.

black cape...

A goose-yellow cloak with a light and dynamic style, exquisitely embroidered lotus-foot embroidered shoes...

Push the door out.

The long hair is like silk and satin straight behind her back, coquettish like a flower fairy who is out of harmony with the world, and pure and beautiful like an elf descending to earth on a snowy night.

The big, pitch-black eyes blinked twice nimbly, and the long curled eyelashes filled the room with sadness.

The voice was as light as a chrysanthemum and as clear as a bamboo, piercing through the persistence of time and space, and the cherry lips parted lightly.

"Ding Liu, I, Mo Wuying... will dance solo for you today..."

The room was so quiet that only the echoes of the strong heartbeats of a few teenagers could be heard.

Mo Wuying turned around with her light waist and limbs, stretched her arms and spun her feet, and her eyes were blurred for half a lifetime.

With fluttering skirts and skirts, her slender figure danced quietly in the empty room into an extremely seductive mandala.

Black mandala.The rarest and noblest variety of Datura.

Represents unpredictable death and love.

"Unpredictable darkness, death, and wandering love. The tough and wounded heart that is hurt, the road of no return in life"

(End of this chapter)