An Nuanzhi walked around this mysterious Qiong Palace when she had nothing to do. I don't know whether it was her good fortune or God's mercy on her, but one day she met a guard who was dozing off, and An Nuanzhi sneaked in without anyone noticing.

As soon as she entered, An Nuanzhi was stunned. For the first time, she understood the meaning of the four words "Utopia". She saw pavilions and pavilions with colorful fallen flowers. An Nuanzhi couldn't help but think of a poem, "Peach blossoms on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are sandwiched between Gujin, sit and watch

The mangroves don’t know how far away they are.”.

An Nuanzhi was so intoxicated with the beautiful scenery that she completely forgot about herself. She couldn't help but think of the days when she traveled around outside the palace. How relaxing and comfortable that kind of life was. She thought that she could "smile and be proud of life and be free in the world" for the rest of her life, but then

After a long trip, I still returned to the deep palace, which I have to say is a little regretful.

"Life is precious, and love is even more valuable. If it's for freedom, you can throw away both." An Nuanzhi looked into the distance, she really missed those free lives.

But before she finished speaking, she heard a man laughing heartily.

"What a poem, what a poem! I didn't expect that the poems that the girl recited were so different despite her humble appearance!"

An Nuanzhi turned her head when she heard the sound. The other party's eyes touched her face and she couldn't help being slightly startled. "It turns out that the girl is not ugly at all, she has such a pretty face! I have not only good ears but also good eyes. I wonder if I am with the girl."

Where is Yanfu?"

The man's voice was frivolous, he wore a feather fan and a turban, his expression was bohemian, and he was dressed noble, with dark yellow clothes with dark patterns revealing luxury.

The voice was so familiar that An Nuanzhi's heart couldn't help but skip a few beats. He turned around to look at her and then covered her mouth. This man's face was exactly the same as his Luo!

Could this man be————

An Nuanzhi didn't say anything, but tears fell down first.

In the mist of tears, the same eyebrows, the same high bridge of the nose, and even the curve of the corners of the lips are exactly the same. Who could it be if it wasn't her Luo?

An Nuanzhi thought that when she saw Lan Yiluo again, she would throw herself into his arms and cry uncontrollably, beating his chest with her pink fists, but in fact, she just stood there stupidly and burst into tears, her tears uncontrollable.

, more and more, and more and more fierce.

The man obviously didn't expect An Nuanzhi to "greet" him with tears. He couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of etiquette is this, girl? Does this king look terrible?"

An Nuanzhi was stunned. This man called himself the king instead of me. If not, she recognized the wrong person?

In Mo Yu, apart from the emperor, the only other prince left was Murong Wushang. This man was cynical and glib, and was very different from her Luo, even though he looked exactly the same.

An Nuanzhi guessed correctly, this man was none other than Murong Wushang, a handsome boy known as "Xiaoyao Little Prince" in Mo Yu country. When he went out, women exclaimed repeatedly. The reason why he "collided" with Lan Yiluo, later

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After figuring out the identity of the other party, An Nuanzhi warned herself that this was another person, not her Luo. Although the appearance was 60%, it was actually 90%.

"Good luck to you, little prince Wushang." An Nuanzhi wiped away her tears and saluted.

Murong Wushang looked at her steadily, his aggressive gaze was very direct, "The way you cry is so cute. I like women with such true temperament like you!"

The way he spoke, his manner was like that of Lan Yiluo when he was King Lan. What was he thinking? An Nuanzhi patted her cheeks and despised herself. Wake up, how could Luo pretend not to know her, not to mention Murong Wushang's personality?

Luo also owes a lot to Bian.

An Nuanzhi didn't like being stared at with such domineering eyes, especially when the gaze was still on "Luo"'s face. Her Luo was at least a little more serious than this person. Well, okay, sometimes he wasn't that serious.

"You are so beautiful, come to the prince's palace and be my concubine." Murong Wushang had no intention of letting An Nuanzhi go, and his words became more and more frivolous.

A hot girl in the palace goes to become a concubine in the palace? This sounds like a promising future, but An Nuanzhi has his love in her heart, and she can't bear this kind of kindness. She squats down and An Nuanzhi turns to leave.

"Your Majesty, I'll take my leave now."

"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't asked your name yet! Why did I ask the emperor to ask you to become a concubine in the palace——"

Murong Wushang stood there stupidly, half of his soul followed An Nuanzhi.

Returning to the servant's room, An Nuanzhi touched her hot cheeks, just like the feeling of her heart beating faster when she first met Lan Yiluo. Unfortunately, the person living in this handsome body was not the one she liked.

As for Murong Wushang, he was reckless and went to find Murong Wuhen after breaking up with An Nuanzhi.

"Brother Huang, I didn't expect that there are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons in your palace. A little fire-burning girl is so stunning-"

"Fire girl?" Murong Wuhen frowned. From Murong Wushang's description, the first thing he thought of was An Nuanzhi.

But how could An Nuanzhi meet his younger brother, unless An Nuanzhi sneaked into Qiong Palace——

She was quite brave and dared to step into the place he was strictly guarding. She couldn't help but feel an unknown fire in Murong Wuhen. It was just whether he was breaking into the forbidden area in Qi Annuanzhi, or was Qi Annuanzhi being controlled by him in the forbidden area.

My brother likes it, ahem.

"Brother Huang, let's do this. Your Shaohuo girl is so beautiful, so why don't you wrong her by being your concubine? Do you think you're not treating her badly by giving her a side job?"

"Humph." Murong Wuhen was noncommittal.

"Does Brother Huang have other ideas? You don't like that fire girl, are you going to keep it for yourself and 'enjoy' it?" Murong Wushang said while leaning his flat face closer.

Murong Wuhen ignored this inconspicuous younger brother. He waved his long sleeves and went to the kitchen of the imperial dining room with a bluffing face. He wanted to ask, how did An Nuanzhi flirt with his younger brother?

An Nuanzhi's waist was sore and her back hurt after a day of hard work. She felt bad when she saw Murong Wuhen with a blank expression on his face that owed money.
Chapter completed!