The Seventh Bride of President

"Yes, Yuecheng has frozen to death many homeless people." Mo Siyu took the opportunity to say: "fortunately, the moon city has a new leader, so there are no starving people everywhere."

Seeing Qin Wuyan's eyes focused, Mo Siyu thought that the high priest was concerned about the people's livelihood in his heart, so he said to himself: "the Lord of the city has dug a cave to settle the victims whose houses were crushed by the snow.

We also set up a porridge shed to distribute food every day, which can be regarded as a benefit.

It seems that the city master has many plans that can't be implemented. He is eager to see the high priest and can arrange them only after your approval. I don't know when you have time and whether you can see him....

Qin Wuyan thought at first that Mo Siyu came here for some purpose, but he didn't expect that it was for the new city master, "after the tenth day of the first month 5、 The priest himself will summon him. "

When Qin Wuyan made a promise, Mo Siyu was relieved that he could not stay for a long time and planned to leave: "in this case, I will not disturb the priesthood. I will...

" wait a minute. " Qin Wuyan put down his pen, stood up, put his hands behind him, and looked at the bed inside: "now that we are here, these ointments are for the priest's wife, so go and have a chat with the priest's wife."

Mo Siyu:....

Mo Siyu's heart refused. Seeing that Qin Wuyan had lifted the Pearl curtain and entered the inner room, he had to follow him to the bedside.

Zhuang Xiaoyu, dressed in red, lay quietly in the brocade quilt woven by mandarin ducks, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

The appearance is quiet and the skin is like snow.

It's just that...

Mo Siyu's eyes fell on the woman's lips. The once dark blue color of her lips turned bright red. Mo Siyu thought she was wrong, blinked and looked again...

Yes, it was bright red!

The woman's arms are put on the outside of the brocade quilt, and the scarlet quilt sets off the thin hands with more delicate and white.

Mo Siyu's eyes fell on the woman's nails. The once dark cyan finger shell began to show a faint cherry pink.

Mo Siyu raised his hand and stroked his forehead. He noticed the high priest's gaze and laughed. "The high priest and his wife are really very affectionate. Even if his wife is lying on the bed, the high priest will dress her up brilliantly.

The makeup and the color of the henna juice are really beautiful. "

Hearing this, Qin Wuyan withdrew his eyes from Mo Siyu, sat down beside the bed, took Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand, and stroked her fingernails one by one with his finger: "do you think the color of my wife's fingernails is very beautiful?"

"Of course!" Mo Siyu tells the truth.

"The priest thought the color was pretty, too." Qin Wuyan's finger went up along Zhuang Xiaoyu's arm and stroked her lips: "I haven't seen her like this for a long time."

After a pause, he said: "today, the priest didn't dye her nails or put on her makeup. This is her original background color..."

Mo Siyu's first reaction: cheating ghosts!

What would a dead man's face look like?

The first time she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu, she saw her nails. They were dark blue.

Is it difficult for a person who has been dead for ten years to come back to life?

When Mo Siyu saw that Qin Wuyan put Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand on his face, she felt creepy and scared. She couldn't stay any longer: "high priest, it's getting late. I... I'll come to see my wife next time. I won't disturb you to be gentle with my wife."