Empress Running Away with the Ball!

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"You only need my words to do it!" He said word by word.

"Oh." The son of Thousand Faces sneered again. "I understand, I understand why you don't kill me, and I understand why you let me live here and make me look like her."

"Do you understand?" Chu Shaoyang turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Qianmianzi nodded heavily.

He really understood.

Not long ago, he wondered why Chu Shaoyang did this.

But standing in this room, looking around at everything, there is her shadow on everything, she seems to be here, but she is not here.

This feeling is enough to drive people crazy!

It is said that seeing is not upsetting, Qianmianzi can't think of how Chu Shaoyang did it. As long as he opened his eyes and saw all the things she used, breathing the breath of her, he did not turn into a madman!

It's really admirable.

"Chu Shaoyang, you are right, there is everything in this room, but there is only one thing missing."

Thousand-faced son stepped forward slowly, bypassing Chu Shaoyang, and walked to the dressing table step by step.

He stroked the polished mirror and slowly sat on the embroidered stool, picked up the ivory comb on the dressing table, combed his long hair down, and then gently combed it into a simple hair Bun, this is her favorite hairstyle.

She never likes complicated and tedious hair buns, and never likes to wear those fine but heavy jewelry. She usually just wears a simple and simple silver hairpin or jade hairpin.

Chu Shaoyang didn't say a word. He looked at the back, slender and straight, and his back was straight. He was sitting in front of the dressing table and slowly combing his hair. It seemed strange and familiar.

In a trance, he seemed to see her again, which made him linger ...

A heat wave rushed into his eyes.

Thousand-faced son did not move the jewelry on the table, but slowly inserted the warm peachwood hairpin in his palm into the hair.

When he opened the vanity box, he saw dozens of rouge powders, but each one was brand new, unlike someone who had moved.

He knew she didn't like grease and powder, and she likes to have a clean face, but he didn't like it either, but he still poured a little sesame oil, slowly adjusted the pollen and rouge, and slowly traced it in the mirror.

Chu Shaoyang turned away, wiped away the tears that flowed out of his eyes without a trace, and he calmed down again for a while.

When he looked back, he became the cool and handsome King Chu.

"Ninger ..."

When his eyes fell on the face in the mirror, he shuddered and blurted out.

It was her, and she appeared before his eyes again.

Same eyebrows, beautiful picturesque facial features ...

He stepped forward impulsively, grabbed her by the shoulder tightly, and pulled her back hard, shouting again with a trembling voice.

"Ninger!"

"Are you still satisfied? But what is not like her?"

Thousand-faced son frowned, trying to ignore Chu Shaoyang's severe pain in grasping his shoulder. Even if he died of pain, he would not show weakness in front of Chu Shaoyang.

Chu Shaoyang suddenly recovered, he closed his eyes, and then opened it, looking at the thousand-faced son in front of him, his excited face could not help showing a look of disappointment.

"It turns out ... it's you." He let go of his hand coldly and took two steps back, narrowing his eyes and looking at the thousand-faced son.