Chapter 582

Han Shanyue glanced at Ning Xuemo's little paws that were obviously stained with tea, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "Can't you wipe them off?"

He took out another brocade handkerchief and wiped it carefully for her. Even the furrows and ravines in the loose wrinkles are not spared...

He is a clean freak, and Ning Xuemo's hands are several times cleaner than those washed with soapy water.

It almost made the age spots on the back of her hands red.

It was indeed clean, so he let her go... Slowly added another sentence: "I can't solve it, but it doesn't mean I don't know who can solve it..."

This girl is just talking out of breath!

Ning Xuemo's little heart that had sunk into the abyss was lifted out again.

She hugged his arm decisively: "Master, then take me to find this person!"

Han Shanyue withdrew her arm in disgust: "Don't touch me!"

Her wrinkled face was showing off her cuteness to him, making the hairs all over his body stand on end. But the mood is inexplicably better.

Ning Xuemo was irritated by his disgusted expression, you don't want me to touch me because you think I'm ugly?

If you don't take me there, I'll just disgust you!

She rushed forward, held his hand again, and discussed with him sincerely: "Master, you are also my future husband after all, am I the one who will leave you like this all the time? I recover..."

"Crack!" There was a sound of something falling to the ground.

Ning Xuemo looked back, and what she saw was the collective petrification of everyone.

Even the slick, shrewd and straightforward Eighth Princess had an expression of being struck by lightning.

Her maid was so surprised that she dropped the box she was holding.

The lid of the box was opened, revealing the thousand-year-old fleece-flower root that had been formed inside...

Ning Xuemo finally realized that there were still so many people watching, so she calmly stepped forward and picked up the Polygonum multiflorum.

Not bad, although the box fell on the ground, the Polygonum multiflorum is still very complete, not a single beard fell off.

Another maid was holding the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma box, and Ning Xuemo brought it along with her. After a second look, she was sure it was genuine.

She immediately smiled gratifiedly, then raised her hand and patted the fragrant shoulder of the eighth princess: "Your proposal just now was very good, I agreed on his behalf."

The eighth princess finally woke up, and looked at Ning Xuemo with complicated eyes: "Senior..."

Her mind was stunned by lightning, and she was still desperately swiping the screen in her mind: Oh my god, this old lady is actually the godlike and noble Mrs. Han! This old lady is actually the wife of Master Han who is as noble as a god!

It's too scary! It was a thunderbolt!

If others say that, she will not believe it!

But now she saw it with her own eyes, and this ghostly Master Han was very special to this old lady, allowing her to get so close to her, and even wiped her hands...

God, God! God!

What's wrong with this world? !

Her eyes were filled with the sparkle of gossip!

After Ning Xuemo came to this world, she was called by many people.

What little girl, smelly girl, don't ask too much about little girls.

It was the first time to be called senior, which made her instantly feel a sense of vicissitudes.

She raised her hand to touch her wrinkled face, then kindly raised her hand and patted Lord Eighth on the shoulder, and smiled kindly: "Little girl, the condition you just mentioned is fair, so We're done.

We accept these two gifts from you, how many houses can you live in...