Chapter 1495 Extra 23 - Reaching Out to Grab Her Veil

Mo Qingfeng's skin was as pink as a peach blossom after soaking in the Lingquan. The muscle-building cream that was the same color as the birthmark applied to her left face gradually melted when it touched the Lingquan.

She washed her face, all the muscle-building cream was washed away, and it was almost soaked. She got up, put on her clothes, and came to the dressing table to sit down.

She renovated the space and placed a dressing table and a soft stick next to Lingquan. It was as warm as her bedroom, no, even warmer than her simple bedroom in Lengshui Pavilion.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Mo Qingfeng couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth with a satisfied smile.

In the mirror, she was no longer the ugly woman with the yin and yang face. The muscle-building cream melted away, and what was revealed in front of everyone was a handsome face that was alluring.

The beautiful eyes are clear and bright, with a touch of charm, the facial features are exquisite and exquisite, the complexion is like a peach blossom, the beads are round and jade-like, and the muscles are ice-cold.

Mo Qingfeng stretched out his hand and gently pinched the left side of his face. It was full of elasticity. Comparing the two faces, how could there be any trace of the yin and yang face?

She relied on her superb medical skills and acupuncture to cure her yin and yang face, and she felt very fulfilled!

With a face as pretty as a nine-day fairy, who would dare to call her an ugly woman in the future? Who will dare to laugh at her as an ugly woman in the future?

Coming out of the space, she wore a light green dress, hugged Xiong Ba Tianxia, ​​and gently stroked it. She walked out of the bedroom briskly, and her movements were as graceful as the spring breeze blowing the willows.

Seeing her coming out, Bai Xueling's eyes flashed slightly, standing behind Chu Muchen, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Even though the princess wears a veil, it still cannot cover her beauty, and it can even cover up the shortcomings of her yin and yang face.

As soon as she came out of the space, she felt the oppressive atmosphere in the bedroom and smelled the faint fragrance. Mo Qingfeng knew that Chu Muchen was here.

Mo Qingfeng smiled calmly, he must have come to investigate.

Chu Muchen was dressed in brocade clothes and sitting at the table. His stern face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. It was frighteningly cold and his face was a little pale, but he still maintained his kingly aura and his solemn nobility.

Alas, Mo Qingfeng didn't like his appearance very much.

Her uncle Gu Yanhao, the president of a country, was not like this Chu Muchen. He always put himself in a superior position and always looked at her with a look that looked down on her.

Doesn’t the original owner have an ugly yin-yang face? As for hating her so much?

It's not the original owner's fault that she looks ugly. Which girl doesn't want to look beautiful?

It's not her fault that the original owner loves him. She loves him, so he doesn't have to marry her... I really don't understand what this man is thinking!

Mo Qingfeng felt that she didn't want to see him more and more.

Mo Qingfeng sat down opposite him, with a faint smile in his clear and bright eyes, "Chu Muchen, you don't look good, are you hurt a lot? Do you want me to give you a pill?" ?”

Chu Muchen raised his eyes, glanced at her coldly, and lightly tugged on his thin lips, "How did you meet Dugu Zenan? What is your relationship? Has the seventh lady of the Mo Mansion been killed by you? Are you pretending to be Mo Qing? From the wind?”

Apart from these, Chu Muchen really couldn't figure out why his princess suddenly became so powerful.

It's not like he and Mo Qingfeng have known each other for a day or two. How many pounds does Mo Qingfeng weigh? Doesn't he know?

I fought with her today. She has been accumulating strength for almost ten years.

When did Mo Qingfeng achieve such a high level of cultivation?

And Mo Qingfeng doesn’t know Lonely Zenan either!

Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, "I think what you are most concerned about now is your injury. You are pale and badly injured. Also, why should I pretend to be Mo Qingfeng? Chu Muchen, I am Mo Qingfeng!" "

Soul time travel, this is not pretending.

Chu Muchen looked at her indifferently, but his mood felt better somehow, and said coldly: "Are you concerned about me? If you care about me, you should not go against me, let alone be with Lonely Zenan."

"Haha, Chu Muchen, I'm not caring about you. I don't want you to get to the bottom of my affairs and always appear in front of me to annoy me. Besides, I'm not against you, it's you who are against me. Also, if your concubines are against me, I never take the initiative to offend others, but if someone offends me, I will repay them."

Hearing that she didn't care about him, Chu Muchen's eyes were deep and his voice was even colder: "You are my princess, you should care about me! Fa, is it wrong for me to ask questions when you are with other men? Is this annoying? ?”

Mo Qingfeng sneered and looked into Chu Muchen's eyes and emphasized again: "Chu Muchen, you have to understand that I am not your princess. Whoever worships me is my husband. You didn't worship me at all. If you don't marry me, how can you become my husband? When you say this, I just want to laugh, hahaha."

Chu Muchen's face darkened, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the rooster in her arms. Damn it, this time I saw it, he was more beautiful and dazzling than last time. He seemed to be glowing, and of course it was more dazzling. .

Chu Muchen raised his eyebrows and asked displeasedly: "Have you ever considered that chicken to be your husband?"

Also, what the hell is hehe?

Mo Qingfeng didn't answer, just looked at him coldly, with cold eyes, no one could guess what she was thinking.

Chu Muchen pursed his lips, a complicated look flashed across his handsome face, and said in a low voice: "If you mind that I didn't go to court with you or have a bridal chamber with you, I'm willing to make it up to you."

Bai Xueling next to her heard this, her face changed slightly, and she looked at Chu Muchen in surprise, what is the prince doing? Is he confessing his love to the princess? She looked at Mo Qingfeng again and saw her frowning. Her displeasure and disdain could be seen in her beautiful eyes.

The princess doesn’t like the prince?

Mo Qingfeng was just slightly startled. She quickly understood what Chu Muchen said.

Presumably, he was attracted to him.

Mo Qingfeng snorted coldly, looked at Chu Muchen coldly, and said word by word: "Chu Muchen, do you think the lost friendship can be made up for? Maybe you have the ability to resurrect a dead person, but you can Can a person's heart be resurrected after it's dead? The moment you allowed Yi Qingyun and Zhao Minjing to beat me to death, my heart was already dead. You didn't have the chance to make up for it even if you wanted to. On the day of the wedding, you When you let Zhao Minjing hold a cock, let everyone laugh at me, and make me the laughing stock of Chu Qianguo, I only have hatred and disgust for you. I don’t even despise you as the eighth prince, let alone the identity of the eighth princess. I once again I declare that you did not come to marry me or have a wedding night with me. You are not my husband, I am not your princess, and you have no control over my affairs from now on..." Mo Qingfeng leaned forward slightly and looked at him mockingly. His tone was very slow and he said word by word: "You are not qualified to interfere with my affairs. We have never had any relationship. If I want to associate with Lonely Zenan, or even with other men, you are not qualified." No matter. If you feel lonely and empty, you can take a concubine, and I won’t care about you."

"Mo Qingfeng! That's enough!!" Chu Muchen was so angry that the veins on his forehead jumped, and his eyes were even more sinister. Her beautiful and cold eyes made him even more angry. In anger, he reached out to grab her. Her veil.