My Little Mom is the Richest

"The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other red... Haha... the peach blossoms on the human face complement each other red..." But when Feng Xueyang kept repeating this sentence, as if she had some difficulty and could no longer recite the following verses, Mingyue Jun couldn't help but He asked curiously: "Your Highness, Third Prince! Where is the back?"

"When did you call me Third Highness?" Putting down Mingyue Jun's hand, Feng Xueyang looked lonely and said calmly, "Yes! You already know that I am Mu Qiu!"

"What?" What is this? Of course I always knew that he was Mu Qiu, right?

"Okay! You can complete the rest of the poem yourself!" Feng Xueyang picked up the wine bottle again, opened the window and looked at the purple peaches in the snow, still lost in elegance and style.

Completed? Is this an order? How do you know what to pick next? Mu Qiu is getting weirder and weirder tonight! Helpless, Mingyuejun had to read the first two sentences back and forth, biting the penholder and worrying.

"On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's beauty..." What's next? It seems...maybe...you should have heard of it. Mingyue Jun suddenly started writing and added the following two sentences: "The human face has gone nowhere, and the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." The thought came to mind, and the pen was filled with brilliance. Look at the handwriting carefully, except for the comparison. His Highness the Third Prince is a little more delicate, but the rest of his strokes are almost exactly the same. I can't help but be curious. I have practiced this writing a few days before entering the palace, but after all, writing is not a one-time skill. It takes a lot of effort to make myself My name was written in a decent way, but now how could I write it so freely? Sure enough, I was kept in the dark about a lot of things, and it was time to investigate...

"Come here and tie my hair!" The deep voice sounded again, and I followed the sound, and I didn't know when Feng Xueyang was sitting idly in front of the bronze mirror. A peerless face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and his eyes were full of charm.

"No!" Put down the pen in his hand, walked behind Feng Xueyang, consciously took out the purple jade comb placed in the ebony box, and carefully combed his long black hair. Seeing the transparent purple jade shuttle between the hair that is as bright as fine ink, feeling the smooth but rich and smooth touch between the fingers, I can't help but sigh: His Highness is indeed the number one son of Haoyu, just look at this A head of black hair is enough to attract many women, right? At least that's the case for myself. The jade comb did not encounter any obstacles from top to bottom. I thought that the three princes had been drunk all night, and their hair had long been scattered. However, it was so straight and smooth, which shows that it is smooth. No wonder he does not let others help tie his hair on weekdays. It must be very difficult to think about it. Difficult to organize. Youyou looked into the mirror, and at some point, her face in the mirror was blurred. She naturally took out a mahogany box and took out the purple jade hairpin. As if she had done it countless times, she expertly tied it on the top of His Highness the Third Prince. The hair was fixed with a jade hairpin, and the long hair behind her was combed with a jade comb again. Finally, she looked at the Third Prince in the mirror. Her gentleness and elegance made her look even more chic and elegant than before when her hair was all tied up.

"Haha... As expected, your craftsmanship is the best. So far, even Bai Lei, who has served me since childhood, doesn't have your level of skill!" While laughing and talking, Feng Xueyang suddenly frowned and stroked his forehead.

"Your Highness! Are you okay?" Ignoring the meaning of 'or' in His Highness's mouth for the moment, I thought that he was probably drunk and a little confused, but he looked uncomfortable, which made Mingyue even more confused. You are worried,

"What else can I do? I just drank too much!" Feng Xueyang said lightly, continuing to caress his head with his hands, "Ruo'er! Press down for me!" ,,.