Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 562 So I Was a Flower Picker (7)

Finally, Yaizhen brought her to the front hall.

At this time, Mo Xuanchi was half leaning on the imperial concubine chair, the navy blue court clothes hadn't been taken off, and the three thousand ink hairs like a waterfall were casually scattered behind him, his face was a little pale, and he seemed to be caressing himself in pain forehead.

Yaizhen stepped forward and saluted Mo Xuanchi respectfully, and said, "Master Xiang, Miss Wan Zhu has been brought here."

Mo Xuanchi waved his hand, and Yaizhen stepped back knowingly.

The front hall fell silent for a moment, Xia Wanzhu stood there, but Mo Xuanchi seemed not to see her.

After a long time, Xia Wanzhu tentatively asked, "You...have a headache?"

"Nonsense." This sentence seemed to be squeezed out of Moxuanchi's most taboo, with a hint of ruthlessness. It must be that the headache was too severe, and it tormented him enough.

Xia Wanzhu pursed her lips, and walked forward slowly, her white and slender fingers landed on both sides of Mo Xuanchi's forehead.

The sudden fragrance of his daughter made Mo Xuanchi loosen the tight corners of his mouth, and it seemed that he could only feel the woman's slender hands, which gradually dispelled his headache as if there was some kind of magic power.

At some point, the piercing pain gradually dissipated.

"Where did you learn this technique?" Mo Xuanchi asked after feeling relieved a lot.

Xia Wanzhu seemed to be recalling something, her eyes were a little blank, and her gaze fell into the distance, as if she was missing something.

"When I was very young, my dad, no, my consciousness was my dad, and he had headaches, so I went to learn this technique specifically to treat headaches."

The woman's voice was surprisingly gentle, and Mo Xuanchi followed the voice, and saw that the woman seemed to be thinking about something, her eyes were full of longing, and she said: "But this method is only a temporary relief, the key It is still necessary to cure the root cause, and it is better for Mr. Xiang to see a doctor."

Mo Xuanchi looked at her, only to find that she was wearing a long pink brocade dress, her soft black hair was combed into a simple bun, and there was only a silver hairpin pinned to her head, like a hibiscus. Her small face was lightly applied with makeup, but it was as beautiful as this spring scene.

He underestimated this woman. She is not the kind of person who surprises people at first glance, but the kind who is attractive, and the more she looks at it, the more charming she is.

Mo Xuanchi tapped the armrest of the chaise longue with his bony fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "From now on, you will be the personal maid of the truth, and you will be responsible for the food and daily life of the truth."

Xia Wanzhu was very happy. It just suited her needs. Only when she could get close to Mo Xuanchi did she have a chance to make a move.

So, Xia Wanzhu walked up to Mo Xuanchi, and said to his elegant blessing, "Yes, Master Xiang."

On the Spring Festival banquet, a glass of green wine sang again.

Xia Wanzhu thinks that the best scene in this spring is Mo Xuan Pond.

At this time, he was wearing a moon-white robe, lying on his side on a small couch in the pavilion. The three thousand black hair fell on his chest, covering the spring color on his chest. He was already stunning, which made him even more... It is difficult for people to distinguish between male and female.

The long and narrow eyes are full of leisure, but with a hint of charm, the long eyelashes fall like a fan to cover the deep eyes that make people's heart beat, and the crimson lips are like a petal. Like peach blossoms, people want to pounce on him and bite him hard.

Such a beauty made Xia Wanzhu extremely jealous.

There were all kinds of exquisite pastries on the low table next to the couch. Xia Wanzhu could guarantee that she had never seen a man who loved sweets so much.

(End of this chapter)