Be Good Chapter 224: Fatal temptation does not give kiss

The maids fell into the huanghuali wooden box that was pressed at the bottom of the dowry.

Qing Yan opened it lightly, and exclaimed, "This is the blood jade hairpin, my son is so kind to you."

Even the blood jade hairpin was given to the imperial concubine.

Yuan Changhuan saw that the other maids were also shocked, so he calmly raised his twinkling peach eyes, and raised them slightly, "Isn't it just a jade hairpin, what's the fuss about it?"

"The imperial concubine didn't know that this is no ordinary jade hairpin."

Crimson lips pursed lightly, and Yuan Changhuan's eyes were dim. Of course, she knew that it was not an ordinary jade hairpin, and she looked very expensive.

Replied as if nothing had happened, "Oh? Does this hosta have some shocking secrets?"

Seeing that the imperial concubine had a mediocre reaction, Qingyan continued, "The last time I saw the blood jade hairpin was when the old concubine was alive."

Before Siqing, Xie Ci was the eldest maid in the grandmother's courtyard. Before Xie Ci's marriage, Xingzhixuan had no maids. It was Yuan Changhuan who passed the house, and Xie Ci sent these four maids from the deceased grandmother's courtyard. Serve her.

"This blood jade hairpin is a relic left by the old concubine to the son."

This is also the reason why Qingyan was surprised. I thought that the prince was just doting on the concubine. After all, the concubine is really beautiful. I didn't expect...

Looking at the blood jade hairpin in his hand, Yuan Changhuan suddenly felt that it was heavy and burning his hands.

"Concubine Shizi, do you still use it?"

Qing Wan asked cautiously.

Yuan Changhuan quickly closed his eyes, "Yes."

The already magnificent and enchanting face perfectly complemented the blood jade hairpin.

After finishing makeup, looking at the beauty in the mirror, Yuan Changhuan was in a good mood.

Women, when you see yourself beautiful, all displeasure is swept away.

Especially Yuan Changhuan who regards beauty as his life.

"The imperial concubine is so beautiful."

"The imperial concubine is of course pretty."

The former is a compliment from Yuduan.

The latter is a clear male voice.

Yuan Changhuan's hand holding the bronze mirror paused slightly, without turning his head, he continued to admire his own beauty. Who else could be the man who could step into this door without a sound, besides thanking him.

The red lips that had been painted with lip balm slightly curled up, thinking casually.

Seeing that Yuan Changhuan ignored him, Xie Ci raised his hand and waved away the servant girls.

As soon as the maids saw the expression of the son, they immediately bowed their heads respectfully and retreated.

When the door was closed, one could only see the hem of the ivory white robe of the eldest son and the skirt of the imperial concubine embroidered with exquisite patterns entangled together.

"Why ignore me?"

Yuan Changhuan looked at himself in the mirror, his shoulders suddenly sank.

He was embraced from behind.

The low and moist voice is like a clear spring, bit by bit into the ears.

Fingers landed on Yuan Changhuan's black hair, "This blood jade hairpin looks best on you."

"Your grandmother's relic, why did you give it to me?"

Yuan Changhuan asked coolly.

"It's not my grandmother, it's our grandmother." Xie Ci corrected.

"Okay, our grandmother." Yuan Changhuan didn't bother to argue with him about this kind of thing, "Why give it to me?"

Hearing Yuan Changhuan finished speaking, Xie Ci's deep laughter was obvious, "Since it's our grandmother, what's the difference between putting it here with you and my husband, who can't wear this hairpin."

Speak frankly and confidently.

Yuan Changhuan was unable to refute.

But I noticed...

The thin lips of Xie Ci are getting closer and closer, Yuan Changhuan directly uses the bronze mirror to block between them, revealing a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, at this time the peach blossom eyes are filled with playfulness and sloppy, "Wait a minute."

The thin lips were pressed against the cold copper mirror, Xie Ci didn't care, "What's the matter? No kiss?"

Yuan Changhuan stood up casually, withdrew from Xie Ci's embrace, and tidied up the skirt he had just wrinkled.

That's when he said with a smile, "I'm going to go out, and the makeup I put on with great difficulty can't be ruined by the son."

As she spoke, she touched her lips with her slender hand.

Obviously natural movements carry a fatal temptation.