Li Rong wiped her tears and nodded to Mo Sheng, "Well, sir, this is a matter of interest to our Mofu. If Xiaojiu really marries into the King Xiang's Mansion, in case something goes wrong, we can't make it, we Mofu will end up in nowhere. "

Mo Sheng stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, and said in a low voice, "This matter is set aside. The night feast is about to begin. Go ahead and prepare, and bring Lier Ran'er into the palace with the old man."

"Yes, sir."

When leaving, Li Rong had a proud smile in his eyes. Mo Yan, Shuanger will eventually take your place and take the seat of the Princess of the King's Palace!

Mo Yan, who combed her hair in Nanyuan of Jingwangfu House, suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her pink nose and muttered, "Does anyone think of me again? Wouldn't it be Shishi? He must be blame, careless Hurt me. "

Yue Er heard Mo Yan's voice and asked curiously, "Miss, who wants to harm you?"

Mo Yan smiled indifferently, "Hey, no one wants to hurt me, and those who want to hurt me will sooner or later gameover!"

Yue Er nodded, seemingly understandable, and recently the lady always understood half of what she said. Forget it, as long as the lady is good, it doesn't matter if she doesn't understand.

With everything arranged, Yue'er looked at Mo Xie in Baiyi Shengxue and saw her novel hairstyle, her eyes were full of surprise.

Her bun was never seen by Yue Er. The two puppets took a small clump of braid and twisted it into a butterfly shape in the back of their heads, and then fixed it with a very delicate onyx. There were a few strands of broken hair in front of the chest, and the rest of the blue silk curled up in waves.

Like a fairy in the sky, beauty is jealous.

And the flaming flame between her forehead seemed to move, adding a little charm to Mo Yan.

Yueer reached out and stroked Mo Yan's big wavy curls and asked curiously, "Miss, your hairstyle is so beautiful."

Mo Yan looked back at Xiangyueer and smiled, "Would you like to make one for you?"

Yue'er quickly shook her head. "No, miss. Slaves are subordinates. If you have the same hairstyle with Miss, Wang Ye will see him punished."

Mo Yan just joked with Yue Er, and did not expect to scare Yue Er into this.

She smiled helplessly, stood up and reminded Yueer to follow her, and stepped out of Nanyuan and walked towards Beilian Helianyi's dormitory.

In the Beiyuan Hall, Helien Wing changed into a dark blue dress, which was embroidered with lifelike cranes. The temperament of the whole person seemed warmer and easier to get closer than usual.

Wuyi stood outside the hall, and when Mo Mo's figure appeared not far away, he hurriedly turned to Helien Wing in the hall: "Master, Miss Jiu arrived."

He Lianyi froze for a moment, his deep eyes glanced at the man in the glasses, turned and opened the door, and walked towards the hall.

"Uncle Huang!"

Before Mo Yiren came, she shouted suddenly, with a playful smile on her face, carrying the tedious skirt with her hands, and hurriedly walked towards Beiyuan, running towards He Lianyi.

Yueer trot behind Mo Yan, for fear that she stumbled to the ground accidentally. So she kept following her and reminded her, "Miss, slow down!"

The two shallow dimples on Mo Yan's face added a little aura to her whole person, and the two pointed tiger teeth just fell into the eyes of Helien Wing, who was standing outside the hall, looking so beautiful Mo Yan, He Lianyi was panicked for a moment! This was the second time she had been astonishing to him.

Recalling that at the moment of "Feng Huayi", Mo Li disguised as Lily, He Lianyi prefers Mo Li who is playful and smart now. Just like herself!

Looking back, Helian lifted his eyes sharply, staring at the woman who had rushed in disbelief.

Just now, what is he thinking? He actually compared her with her previous makeup, and he used the word "like" on this woman!

He Lianyi clenched his fists tightly until Mo Yan stopped in front of him and stared at him sideways.

"Uncle Huang, what's wrong with you?"

He Lianyi quickly retracted her gaze, and there was no trace of affection in her eyes. She glanced at Mo Yan and said indifferently to her:

"Are you packed?"

Mo Yan looked at the man in front of him, pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. Just now she clearly felt that this man was not as indifferent as the previous two days, how suddenly she suddenly returned to the past.

She nodded to Helian Wing and smiled: "Well, you're ready. But Uncle ..."

"Ok?"

"Look at the flame in my forehead ... it won't wash."

"My King knows."

"You know? You painted it for me?"

He Lianyi whispered coldly, "My King doesn't have those idle time!" After saying that, he said to the impertinent behind him: "Bring the princess's brows down."

Wudi listened to He Lianyi's words, and his body froze.

The princess's brows fell, but she made it for the future princess herself. The pendant is inlaid with the blood of the master ...

Seeing Wu Yan's hairpin, Helianyi's low voice reminded: "Not yet!"

Seeing this, Wu Fei left Beiyuan. Mo Yan stared at He Lianyi, and said with a distressed expression, "Uncle Huang, the eyebrows can only be covered temporarily. After taking down the eyebrows, this flame will appear!"

"Then wear it forever!"

"Is that okay? It's short, cannibalism ..."

He Lianyi watched Mo Yan frown tightly, talking to himself. A faint laughter flickered from the corner of his mouth.

Until Wuyi came over, handed a delicate scarlet brocade box to Helien Wing. Helianyi slowly opened the brocade box, her dark eyes stared at the brows inside.

After a moment, he glanced back at Mo Dao in a daze and ordered her, "Come here!"

Mo Yi stunned and hurried over.

"Head up!"

Mo Yan flickered with the clear twin phoenix eyes, and the black eyes rolled round, and finally his eyes fell on the indifferent handsome face of Helianyi.

Suddenly, feeling a coolness coming from her forehead, Mo Yan's head couldn't help shrinking back, and she reached out and stroked the ice cold.

Helianyi's cold voice fell into her ear, "Don't move!"

Mo looked up fiercely and stared at Helian Wing, who was suddenly very focused.

"There is the blood of my king in this eyebrow. You know the blood of my king! So, wear it well."

Standing at such a close distance with He Lianyi, Mo Yan could almost feel his temperature, and even his powerful heartbeat. Suddenly her heart was like a little deer ramming, inexplicably tense, and inexplicably beating. He did not expect that Helianyi was willing to give her this eyebrow!

Feeling a slight burn on his face, Mo Yan hurriedly turned and ran outside the Beiyuan. Yue Er and Wu Yan looked at each other. How could she feel that Miss Mo Jiu was shy?

He Lianyi's gaze fell on the petite back view not far away, lifting her footsteps, and following her toward the gate of King Jing's Mansion, Yueer and Wuyi followed behind.