"Princess, why are you still wearing a red dress today?" Chunhong said anxiously

I was a little surprised and asked what's wrong with wearing red, I've always liked red, don't you know if you've been serving me for so long?

Chunhong Road; "Of course the slave knows that the princess likes red, but not today, today is Princess Simon's sacrifice day, if this makes the prince see it, the prince will definitely be angry, this is Princess Simon's second sacrifice day, last year today there was a girl with a red headdress, the result is that the prince should blow out."

It's like saying I know, you go down

When Chunhong was leaving, she asked Wanruo to change her clothes, but Wanruo still stubbornly didn't change her clothes, and it was Ximen Ruoxuan who died, not her Dongfang Wanruo, and besides, the sad person was Murong Yichuan, so others couldn't sink with him, and be sad together, as if he didn't want to do anything to cater to Murong Yichuan

Today is Ximen Ruoxuan's sacrifice day, what does this have to do with her Dongfang Ruo

As if nothing had happened, she walked alone in the garden

The garden is full of flowers, and the flowers dance with the wind with their graceful figures,

A burst of fragrance refreshes people's hearts

Seeing the flowers blooming all over the garden, it was like thinking of Zhongli Wenjun, thinking of the hundred birds and the phoenix, and that painting is now in the hands of Princess Ziyan, as if I don't like that painting, that painting is too lively, as if I don't like to be lively

All she remembered was Zhongli's outstanding painting work, as well as Zhongli's warm face

They hadn't seen it since the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and it was as if they would always go to that street corner, but every time it was empty

Murong Yichuan saw a red figure in the garden,

He approached the red figure little by little, it really didn't make sense, today was Xuanxuan's sacrifice day, and she was actually wearing red

Murong Yichuan really wanted to tear off the red clothes on Wanruo's body, if he tore off the red clothes on her body, what would be revealed would be her crystal like snow*, thinking of Wanruo's beautiful body, Murong Yichuan's anger would be gone

"You go with me to worship Xuanxuan." Murong Yichuan said with a commanding taste

As if turning around, she didn't refuse, but she didn't say anything either, she was just silent

The silence made Murong Yichuan angry again

Murong Yichuan dragged his delicate little face with his hand,

"Are you going or not?" Murong Yichuan's voice was as cold as a knife

It's like a way; "The prince asked the concubine to go, can the concubine say no?"

It was as if he had broken free of Murong Yichuan

Whether she wants to go or not, in Murong Yichuan's opinion, she has no right to refuse

As if you want to leave with your legs raised, Murong Yichuan asked where you are going

It was as if coldly saying that the concubine went back to change clothes

Murong Yichuan grabbed her

"No need, I want Xuanxuan to see you now."

Immediately, Murong Yichuan took the carriage that had been prepared for a long time, and left the palace with some entourages and a large pile of sacrifices.