After dinner, Li Shaping retreated Gu'er and Aunt Na, and stayed alone in the room imitating the female worker who had just asked Aunt Na for advice. Although the embroidery is not very good, you can probably see the appearance.
Ding took the unfinished purse in her hand, and looked at the pattern on it, is it a phoenix wearing a crabapple?
"How do you know, what did He Lanqinger and I talk about?"
"I don't know you yet. You dismissed me. You obviously wanted to talk to her. Of course, I don't need to know." A piece of her is soft.
All of a sudden, Li Sha's cheeks were blushed, and she narrowed her eyes and moved slightly sideways to avoid his warm hands.
Ding knew that she was shy, but he still didn't intend to let her go easily.
Lisha called out softly, her cheeks blushing even more. Delicate as the peony flowers under the scorching sun, Yun Xiang's clothes are flowery, and the spring breeze blows the Revlon. If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. How could she not be moved by such a beautiful woman in front of her eyes?
This is the beginning of the one-night spring.
Second, Duanmu Ding woke up first, looking at the sleeping face of the woman in the arms with Yinhong marks all over her body, her eyes were full of pain and regret.
"It would be great if you weren't you! How great it would be if you were just an ordinary woman!" He murmured, but Li Sha naturally couldn't hear it.
Duanmu Ding pressed against her forehead, brushed the messy hair, sighed softly, and held her tighter.
Lisha slowly opened her eyes, thinking back to what he said just now: If you weren't you, how wonderful it would be. Why did he say that, and what was he hiding.
She hasn't found the right time to ask him about the scrolls in his study.
Writhing uneasily, the body.
Then Ding let go of his arms and lowered his head, "Wake up!" The hoarse voice, full of passion and desire, seemed particularly harsh to Lisha's ears at this moment.
Finally made up his mind to ask him, "Have you seen Concubine Mei, the Concubine Mei from the previous dynasty?"
Duanmu Dian froze.
"I look a lot like her, right?"
Although she is not as feminine and dignified as the woman in the painting, but between her eyebrows and eyes, it is clearly her own appearance. And the empress, the emperor's astonishment, further corroborated her guess.
Duanmu Ding said nothing. But he frowned and looked at her, with distracting thoughts in his heart.
"Ding, can I, Duan Lisha, not be able to exchange your truth?"
It was more or less chilling, she just wanted to figure out one thing. She loves this man, and doesn't want to love him in such a muddle.
Even if it was really because of her face at the beginning, then today she is confident that she can win his heart.
The charming concubine who overwhelms the country and the city, the charming concubine who has a bewitching face and confuses the master, suddenly has such a face, is it a blessing or a misfortune?
So will this thousand miles of rivers and mountains be overturned again because of this face?
"Why would you ask such a question?"
Ding got up, picked up the clothes on the screen, and put them on in a panic between his fingers. Although he didn't turn his head, he could still feel the eyes behind him locking on him.
"Why on earth did you marry me?"
Still asked.
She was always afraid that he only married her because of Concubine Mei.
"Why are you talking about Concubine Mei all of a sudden!"
"Answer me, did you already know that I look a lot like Concubine Mei?"
Walking up to him, raised his chin, and asked stubbornly, "Does it have anything to do with Concubine Mei! I don't believe you haven't seen Concubine Mei. The picture scroll in the study room of Liqing Palace is obviously from your hands?"
The ingot was no match for Lisha's eyes that were as clear as water but never gave up.
Turning his head anxiously.
Li Sha grabbed the Duanmu ingot and forced her to look directly at herself.
"Yes, isn't that right. You married me because I was born exactly like Concubine Mei, right? You answer me!" Ji Jin roared out, in pain like a heart-piercing lung.
"Why didn't you tell me, tell me! Duanmu Ding, tell me, how can I, Duan Lisha, make you marry me without hesitating to face the prince?"
Tears gushed out.
Could it be as she thought, but she couldn't figure it out. How could it be possible to have a long imagination with Concubine Mei? Back then, he was just a child, so how much impression could he have of that Concubine Mei?
?"Being your princess with peace of mind, what are you thinking about?" "
"It's not that I'm thinking about it. I'm really strange. Why do you fight against the emperor, queen, and prince for me?"
"Don't think too much about it. I did meet Concubine Mei, but I was only five years old at that time, and I couldn't remember how beautiful Concubine Mei was. As for the painting you mentioned, you Why don't you just think about it, can a five-year-old child draw such exquisite pictures? It was just my uncle back then, eh! It was Nalankang who drew it casually. I was making trouble at the time, and I just learned to write. own name" (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com