Chapter 605

Lianqing stood in a corner and slowly started the mechanism. The closed carving window slowly opened. The sun folded in from the window, and the line of sight brightened instantly. The smoke scattered in the light beam shone like fog on the gorgeous clothes in the attic.

Eight mirrors were slowly revealed in the movement of those clothes. Song Ningyu stood with the snow emperor, one noble and elegant, one elegant and unparalleled.

It was an exquisite environment. You can see the clothes in all directions. Song Ningyu looked closely at the two people in the mirror. She found that she was very similar to the snow emperor, especially the exquisite eyebrows and faces.

"Your highness and your majesty stand together like a pair of sisters."

The snow emperor swept his eyes. The smile in his eyes was as thick as honey, and the sweetness could not be melted: "you can speak. Come here, have a look. Which one do you like?"

Song Ningyu looked at the hundred kinds of colorful brocade skirts, which were luxurious and elegant, but they were also very bound. He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache and muttered, "Mom, can I not wear them?"

The snow emperor glanced at Song Ningyu, who was almost as flat as a man's chest, touched his chin and shook his head. He glanced at Lian Qing behind him. Lian Qing quickly changed the mechanism and pushed out the row of clothes. Song Ningyu stared at the full hanging clothes in surprise, stunned for a while and didn't return to his mind.

They are in the middle of the attic. In the corner, there are more than ten palace people standing, staring at the movements between song Ningyu and xuehuang. The corners of their lips are smiling and gentle.

Finally, song Ningyu didn't say anything. The snow emperor chose a set of clothes and skirts with slightly less color, together with corresponding jewelry and hairpins. Song Ningyu looked lazy and sat on the chair, drinking tea and staring at the snow emperor with clothes in the mirror.

She finally came to her mother, but she always felt that there were too many vague secrets between them. What surprised her more was that the warm and gentle mother all the year round was the emperor of Huangdao! Now, although there is no real power, the identity is still there.

Before she had time to think about it, she was pushed here by an invisible force, so she had to choose to accept it. Seeing her carefully straightening out for herself, she coincided with Liu Xue many years ago.

No matter what her identity is, she will keep one for herself because she is her mother.

Song Ningyu returned to her senses and sniffed the tea. She always felt that it was mixed with a faint sea smell. When she opened the tea cover, song Ningyu asked Lian Qing, who was holding a lot of clothes: "what kind of tea is this? How does it have a fishy smell?"

Lian Qing returned to his senses. Fu Shen smiled and said, "Your Highness, this is starfish soup in the sea, not tea."

Song Ningyu lowered her head and studied the tea again. Emperor Xue came to take the tea in her hand, dug people up from the chair, raised her eyebrows and said seriously, "you have to change it today, if you don't change it, you have to change it! Come on, take it off for your highness!"

Several people standing in the dark rushed forward one after another and began to pull song Ningyu's clothes. They were surrounded by a large group of women to pick up their clothes and couldn't use force. Song Ningyu finally realized what it was like to be surrounded by Wenxiang nephrite.

The proud body kept pushing towards her. Song Ningyu's face was black and black. His hand didn't know who rubbed against whose chest, or who and whose chest pinched her. Song Ningyu had been torn to a thin inner coat.

As soon as I looked up, I saw my mother sitting outside the human flesh circle slowly drinking the sea cucumber soup. She looked lazily at Song Ningyu. There was a lingering smile in her eyes. She glanced at Song Ningyu and fell back on the group of maids. The snow emperor reluctantly shook his head: "the height is long, but some places are still the same."

The group of girls around Song Ningyu slowly stepped back and made way for song Ningyu.

Your Highness's dark face is brewing a fierce storm. It's better not to provoke it.

"Change it for me!" song Ningyu stared at her happy mother. She was so angry that she almost gushed blood. She suddenly felt that she must have picked it up. That's right!

"Your Majesty, Miss Ming is coming."

The maid outside the door sent a message respectfully. Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows. Miss Ming? The girl who wants to marry Gong Zilin! Ten maids quickly changed song Ningyu's clothes. Lian Qing looked down and saw that song Ningyu's clothes were still wrapped with a bandage. She pulled it easily and the bandage was loose.

Well, the body shape suddenly changed from a small flat plate to a graceful beauty. The ten palace men looked at each other and accelerated their speed. Song Ningyu swept his eyes and looked at the elegant clothes and skirts. He didn't bother to look for them again. He just took this one.

Long robes, Luo skirts and brocade ribbons. The plain brocade robes are embroidered with large magnolias, which are intertwined and very luxurious. Song Ningyu knows that this is definitely not an ordinary material as soon as she reaches out her hand and touches this material!

The body was plain white, and song Ningyu himself was white. The brocade robes and Confucian skirts were particularly matched, which had to be praised for the credit of Lord Xue Huang. A head of beautiful hair is spread behind your head like ink, and the sun weaves in obliquely. The golden light is reflected on the brocade white dress. It is elegant and cold, like a white lotus blooming on the ice or a snow lotus blooming on the snow mountain!

Cold temperament is rare in the world.

The snow emperor brushed his clothes and stood up. He touched song Ningyu's slim waist, brushed it on his chest, and nodded with great satisfaction: "this is Liuxian Magnolia skirt. I like it when I was young, but it's a pity that I can't wear this cold and dusty temperament. Now it just matches you. My son is really..."

The snow emperor looked at Song Ningyu sideways. His eyes were full of the pride of being a mother. This was her child. In the five years that had been lost, she was now graceful and graceful.

Lianqing stood aside and smiled: "Your Highness, whether you are a man or a woman, you can't move your eyes. The beauty of a man's handsome woman is really good-looking!"

Song Ningyu picked her eyebrows and was dragged by the snow emperor to the dressing table behind her clothes. The dressing table was huge, comparable to a large wardrobe. There were everything from dragon crown to jade hairpin and glass hairpin. I was afraid it was expensive to take out anything there.

At the thought of Gong Zilin's effort to rob everything when he was the richest man in Tang country, song Ningyu was amused. Take one out here at random, which would make more money than Gong Zilin's one day?

Song Ningyu's beautiful long hair gradually appeared in the snow emperor's dexterous hands. The Japanese fell in a bun, obliquely inserted with a jasper dragon and Phoenix hairpin, and the wind bun exposed the temples. In a magnolia glass skirt, it was as dusty as an immortal. It was cold and arrogant as a fairy coming to earth, which made people dare not look at it.

A head of long hair poured down, and the Silver Plain Magnolia on the white shirt folded a faint Silver Shadow in the sun. It was indescribably beautiful, elegant, noble and vulgar. Even the maid in waiting was stunned.