Chapter 242 Princess Is Crazy (4)

Xiaohua didn't pay attention to look closely, so she didn't see her former roommate. And Qiao Lian's mind has been here all the time, seeing that the door curtain was opened, her eyes fell directly on Xiao Hua.

Fair and smooth skin, exquisite figure, palm-sized face with sparkling peach blossom eyes.

The 'Mrs. Hua' at this time is very different from the little flower in Qiaolian's mind. Although the little flower at that time couldn't hide her good looks, it was not like this time. Like a flower that has been pampered, it suddenly becomes charming and charming.

In Qiaolian's memory, the thin little palace man had turned into an extremely beautiful woman at some point. It's just a few months difference, people seem to be ripe, just like the juicy and sweet peach, the illusion that water will come out when you prick it.

Qiao Lian's face was frighteningly pale, and her hand holding the broom turned pale. I also looked at the indigo blue and ginger yellow clothes on my body. The color has not changed and is still as ugly as before, but it has changed from a thin skirt to a cotton coat and cotton skirt that can survive the winter.

All of a sudden, there was a feeling of shame, and more of it was jealousy.

"Qiaolian, don't be in a daze, Sister Suyan stared at you a few times." A little palace man kept his hands down while lowering his head, but said in his mouth.

"Oh." Qiaolian paused for a moment, then she lowered her head and stopped looking at that place. She grabbed a wooden shovel and shoveled the ground with her red and swollen hands, and then started cleaning with a broom.

Xiao Hua exhaled another suffocation between her heart and lungs, turned around and entered the room. She originally wanted to stay a little longer, but Ding Xiang urged her a few times in case she would catch a cold.

All the way into the house, Xiao Hua said as she walked, "Let's get some refreshing dishes to eat today, I always eat hot pots, and I always have no appetite."

Ding Xiang nodded to the side, and kept these in her heart.

Now Ding Xiang personally takes people to pick up meals every day, and she is very strict about eating.

In the courtyard, Qiao Lian lowered her head and worked for a while, but she still couldn't help but glanced at the East Wing. What she saw was the empty porch and the heavy curtain hanging on the door.

Unable to tell whether she was disappointed or lost, she slowly squeezed the broom in her hand.