Chapter 230 The Mysterious Figure 2
"The side concubine is so beautiful, no wonder the Ninth Prince would risk his life and death for the side concubine."

The maid combed Mo Yu's long hair smoothly from top to bottom with a comb, while laughing and talking softly.

Mo Yu smiled lightly, raised her hand and hooked her hair from behind to her chest.

Lightly waved his palm upwards: "I'll just do it myself."

The maid pursed her lips, and the fingers holding the comb hesitated to pass it to Mo Yu's hands, and after a while she said softly: "Today is the big day for concubine canonization, according to Yuehua Kingdom's practice, concubine You must comb the bun of Bai Niao Chaofeng, the side concubine may not be able to do it herself."

Hearing what the maid said, a mocking smile appeared in Mo Yu's eyes.

He raised his hand and took the comb from the maid's hand, combed it casually a few times, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, the Ninth Prince will not blame you."

"My sister is wrong to say that."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of tender laughter came from outside the courtyard.

Mo Yu lowered his eyes, saw in the mirror that Concubine Li was walking slowly from outside the courtyard, and frowned indistinctly.

She really has no interest in paying attention to this woman.

He didn't talk to her, and listened quietly to Li Fei's light footsteps from far to near, until she stood behind her.

Concubine Li stared at Mo Yu's face from the reflection of the mirror, and smiled after a while: "The Ninth Prince has a deep affection for his sister, and the Emperor also looks at him differently, and actually personally ordered a marriage. My concubine treats my younger sister badly."

Hearing Concubine Li say the word 'concubine Zheng' deliberately, Mo Yu put the comb on the dressing table casually, turned around and looked at Concubine Li with a playful smile.

She didn't say anything, and waited for the unreal smile on Li Fei's face to gradually stiffen under her gaze, before turning her head to look at herself in the mirror who was still plain.

Pick up the lip paper on the countertop and dye your lips red.

Putting down the lip paper, he raised his hand and casually tied his neatly combed hair into a bun. With the other hand, he took his usual wooden hairpin, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it neatly on the table.

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