"You lie to me less, that's a soldering iron, a soldering iron!" Dongfang Mo screamed in shock, and suddenly pulled off the white gauze on her forehead. I saw that most of her forehead was blurred by the flesh and blood of her branding, and the blackness was all over, faint, and still There are signs of decay, how disgusting, how disgusting ...
Most of this forehead is ruined. Even a doctor with the best medical skills, no matter how good the medicine, it is impossible to restore it to the original ...
"Ahhhhhh ..." Dong Mo screamed sternly, frantically beating things in the room ...
"Princess!" Omiya hurriedly reached out to stop her, and she slapped her slap in the back ...
The concubine frowned, saying: "Princess, you are seriously injured. If you move violently, the wounds will all open!"
Dongfang Mo ignored it, screamed in horror, and swept randomly to see the objects, the entire inner hall, a mess ...
The concubine's face was slightly gloomy, and he sneered, "Come here, stop the princess!"
"Yes!" The little ladies looked at each other, hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Dongfang Mo, and pressed her to the bed.
Dongfang Mo struggled desperately, his eyes glowed with blood, and stared fiercely at the court ladies: "Your group of sluts, dare to rebel against the palace and want to be cut by the Nine Clan?"
"The princess is angry, and the ladies are also good for the princess." The soft and gentle voice sounded, and the purple women's models came in, and the light purple apron fluttered along with her walking, unspeakable fresh and noble.
Dongfang Mo was angry in his heart, staring fiercely at Ziyi woman: "What are you doing?"
The woman in purple said lightly: "At the queen's order, come to look after the second princess."
"This palace doesn't need you to take care of it!" Dongfang Mo snorted loudly, his eyes burst into anger.
The woman in purple clothes is not anxious and annoyed, saying: "Women all love their appearance. I came here to see the second princess to help the second princess restore her beautiful face. Since the second princess does not like it, then this seat will leave!"
Seeing the woman in Ziyi turn around, she had to go out. Dongfang Mo hurriedly stopped her: "Master can really make this palace look like it was?"
"Not only can it be restored, but also make the second princess younger and more beautiful." Zi Yi woman smiled slightly, mysterious.
"Really?" Dongfang Mo doubted the letter: when the iron sword fell on her forehead, all the skin and flesh on the forehead were burned, and the injury was very serious. No matter how good the medicine is, it is impossible to restore the forehead ...
"This seat never lie!" The woman in purple whispered, her eyes dimmed with rare dignity.
Dongfang Mo believed a few points in his heart and said in a deep voice: "I wonder how the master is going to heal this palace?"
Ziyi woman smiled with a smile: "Change skin!"
"Change the skin?" Dongfang Mo exclaimed.
"Yes, cut off the princess's injured skin and replace it with new skin. The princess's appearance can be restored!"
Dongfang Mo nodded with understanding. The flesh on her forehead had been spoiled, and she could not grow any new skin at all. She could only use this incredible skin replacement method to restore her face, but: "How do I change it?"
"Naturally, it is from the face of the person!" Zi Yi woman smiled slightly, mysteriously: the freshly cut skin has high activity, and it is easy to survive when it is replaced on the face.
"This method is really good!" Dongfang Mo smiled and smiled: she was surrounded by many beautiful girls, who could cut whoever she saw on her skin ...
The ladies only felt a cold air infiltrate from their backs, and instantly reached their limbs, and their faces were pale, and they were terrified: the second princess would not take their skin, cut their foreheads ...
"Relax, this palace is a high princess. Even if you want to change the skin, you have to change the skin of the nobles and golds. You are just a group of lowly court ladies. Even if your skin is white as jade, this palace is not rare." At a glance, the ladies in the corner of the eye are disdainful.
The ladies were secretly relieved. Fortunately, it was not their skin ...
"Can the princess have fancy skin?" The woman in purple asked softly: Although Dongfang Mo's injury is serious, she can change her skin at any time. As long as she has the fancy skin, she can help Dongfang Mo ... …
Dongfang Mo blinked, and a beautiful woman of noble elegance appeared before her eyes. This skin is not smooth enough ... This, the face is not beautiful enough ... This, the skin is darker ...
The noble women whom Dongfang Mo will know passed by in front of their eyes, and found that their skin was not as good as hers, and she couldn't find a particular favorite ...
This is how to do?If she wants to restore her appearance, she must change her skin. If she wants to become younger and more beautiful, she must change her skin better than hers. But Xiliang Jingcheng has nothing better than her skin ...
Dongfang Mo frowned slightly, and the figure of Murong Xue suddenly appeared in front of him. This person's skin was as white as jade, as delicate as porcelain, and comparable to hers, but he was a man ...
"Master, can the man's skin be replaced on the forehead of this palace?"
"Natural energy." Ziyi woman gently nodded: the skin is unisex, the better the skin quality, the more natural, delicate, white and tender after changing to Dongfang Mo's face.
"This palace looks at Murong's skin." Dongfang Mo smiled a little, unable to express the gloomy, proud: that Murong, up to fourteen or five years old, many girls with fair and delicate skin can't compare with it, if she put on His skin is not only better than the original skin, but also three or four years younger ...
Murong!
The concubine's eyes flashed, and Murong Xue's bright face appeared before him, his eyes sinking, and he didn't speak.
The woman in purple dress nodded: "That seat will change Murong's skin for the princess, but the princess needs to grab Murong before she can change her skin."
"This palace knows!" Dongfang Mo's chin lifted high, his eyes full of arrogance: not only a criminal, but also a recidivist who joined forces with Dongfangli. It is not difficult to find him ...
Under the warm sunshine, Chu Yan woke up, refreshed, turned out of bed, walked out of the room, walked slowly into the main hall, and was about to ask: "What shall we eat?" Here.
He looked through the incense and saw that the table in the middle of the outer hall was filled with all kinds of meals.
Chu Yan was startled. "Where did you get the food?" The palace was heavily guarded and could not enter or leave at will. He was still worried about where to eat. Unexpectedly, the two of them had already begun to eat.
Murong Xue glanced at him: "You will know, there is a place called Imperial Dining Room in the palace."
Chu Yan's eyes flicked: "Is all these foods taken from the imperial kitchen?"