With a little heat at night, Xin Mo'er sat quietly by the window in a daze towards the round moon in the sky.
It has been ten days since Nanfan Mountain and his party returned.
These days, Xin Mo'er has been staying in the palace well-behavedly and has never gone anywhere.
There was a faint and pleasant scent in the incense burner.
On the table is a pot of strange-looking flowers.
It is in the shape of a clustered inflorescence with five-petal corolla, and the whole ball of flowers looks like a small hydrangea.
Pen, inkstone, paper and ink are quietly placed next to the flower pot.
"Little Princess, the dessert is here." Lan Yin brought the plate of snacks and walked in, put them on the table.
Xin Mo'er turned around, walked to the table, picked up a piece of dessert and stuffed it into her mouth, then wiped her hands, slapped off the powder in her hand, and said in a natural way, "I'll go to the toilet, please help me."
Grind the ink, you can leave after grinding, and I will be back in a while."
"Yes." Lan Yin was very curious. The little princess had to do paintings even if she didn't sleep so late.
Although she didn't understand why she had to paint so late, she didn't ask. Lan Yin had always been a person who talked less, and she knew her identity very well.
She rarely asked what she shouldn't ask, so she responded respectfully.
A cunning white light flashed across Xin Mo'er's eyes, and she walked straight out of the room and brought it to the door.
Lan Yin picked up the ink strips vertically, circled them back and forth on the ink inkstone, and quietly grinded the ink.
After a cup of tea, I felt a little dizzy and my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. I put the ink strip in my hand on the ink inkstone. As soon as I took two steps, the four branches were weak and fell to the ground and fell into a coma.
The door was gently pushed open, Xin Mo'er tiptoed in, dragged her to the bed, took off her clothes, and gently covered her with thin shreds.
Under the candlelight, Lanyin's beautiful ketone body appears and shows an attractive beauty.
Xin Mo'er stared at her chest with a roundness for a while, then stared at the two small steamed buns on her chest for a few moments.
I was secretly talking in my heart. Sure enough, people still need to compare themselves. Maybe it should be replenished?
Remembering that Feng Qingcang said he was preparing pig's trotter soup for her. Thinking of the fatty soup, Xin Moer immediately wiped out the newly-emerged thought in her heart.
He walked out of the door, closed the door, and came outside Feng Qingcang's bedroom, and saw Xiao Liugong guarding outside the door.
Xiao Liu was about to salute her, but she was stopped by her index finger covering her mouth.
"Tell the prince that I'm sick, let him go to my room to see me." Xin Mo'er tried to make her voice smaller. Before leaving, she did not forget to add, "Remember, don't say yes
I said, just say you happened to see this princess's face was not good."
Xiao Liu looked at her rosy and pink face, and was full of doubts, but without hesitation on his face, he replied respectfully, "Yes."
Xin Mo'er nodded with satisfaction, leaned her waist and slipped past Feng Qingcang's door.
Who knew that her words were heard by Feng Qingcang, who was not asleep in the room.
"Come in." Feng Qingcang ordered outside the door.
Xiao Liu advanced in response.
"What's going on?" Feng Qingcang asked.
Xiao Liu bent his body and replied, "The little princess just said that she would ask the prince to go to her room, and she also said that she was sick."
"Is sick?" Feng Qingcang narrowed his eyes.
"Yes." Xiao Liu replied truthfully, "But according to what his subordinates saw, the little princess's face was red and she should not have any serious illness."
"You go out."
"yes."
Feng Qingcang stood up and stomped around the room.
After a while, he called out to the top of the roof, "Xiao Wu."
Xiao Wu immediately appeared from the roof, "I'm here!"
"Have you found any abnormalities?"
Xiaowu Zhifeng Qingcang was talking about Xin Mo'er, and frowned and thoughtfully said, "The little princess went to the garden in the afternoon to pick a bunch of spherical flowers and put it in her room. Then she went to a pharmacy outside the mansion to buy it.
A box of scented powder came back and put it in the incense burner. He just called Lan Yin to her room. Then..."
Xiao Wu thought about how to say it. The scene he accidentally saw on Xin Moer's roof was really surprised.
If he said that he didn't understand why Xin Mo'er's behavior just now, but now he is no matter how stupid he is, he understands it.
The little princess is trying to match the prince and Lan Yin...
Xiao Wu buried a layer of fog that could not be removed.
Feng Qingcang raised his eyebrows. He knew what the flower in Xiaowu's mouth was. He remembered that Xin Mo'er first entered the Xu Prince's Mansion when she was four years old, so she stared at the thorny flower.
It is said that the flower is called geranium, and it is also said that the roots and diameters of the flower are poisonous, which can cause palpitations and dizziness, and make people's mind distracted.
If the love powder and geranium are put together, will it achieve the effect of aphrodisiac?
A cluster of black mist condensed between Feng Qingcang's eyebrows, and his heart was filled with depression. He glanced at Xiao Wu who was standing beside him and did not ask him to continue, "You can take me there for you."
Xiaowu was stunned and didn't understand for a moment.
"Remember, it's better for Lanyin." Feng Qingcang rubbed the temples on both sides, as if he was very tired. "Go down. I don't have to watch the night today."
Xiao Wu immediately raised his head and looked at him excitedly. The little resentment towards Xin Mo'er and the smog that could not be dissipated in an instant flash, and his eyes were clear.
He left Feng Qingcang's room with excitement and ran towards Xin Mo'er's room.
At this time, Xin Mo'er was worried that others would find her traces and her tracks would be exposed, so she hid in the kitchen.
Curled up in the haystack, thinking about how to marry Lan Yin, the stepmother, into the gate of Prince Xu's mansion tomorrow.
It was dawn, and Xin Mo'er walked towards her room with her panda eyes open.
Because there is no sandalwood in the kitchen, it is August again, with many mosquitoes and ants, Xin Mo'er fought with mosquitoes all night.
In the end, the mosquito defeated her and successfully bit several small cells on her face, neck, and hands.
Xin Mo'er pushed open the door and saw that the sandalwood and geraniums in the room had been removed.
Feng Qingcang, wearing his clothes, squinted his eyes and slept soundly on her bed.
There was no one next to him who should have appeared, Lan Yin.
Xin Mo'er's heart was beating. My father wouldn't find out anything. He wouldn't have been exposed last night, right?
While she was confused, Lan Yin lowered her head and shyly came in with a basin of washing water on her face, put it on the basin rack, and said to Xin Mo'er, "Please wash up with a little princess."
Xin Mo'er's eyes have never been moved away since Lan Yin entered the door.
Lanyin usually looks as elegant as a chrysanthemum, but today it is obviously very different from the usual ones.
Not only did the beauty look shy, the most obvious thing was that there were a few small red plums on her neck.
Xin Mo'er's mouth felt a smile of treacherous and scheming, walked two steps towards Lan Yin, approached her, and said quietly, "Did you feel comfortable last night?"