"Princess······ How is it so ······ Morning?" Lin Xiying sat on the soft bed, looking at the woman standing at the light mouth in front of her, the soft light of the sun outside the window shone on the woman's golden brocade dress, shining, such a flash, stinging her eyes. His eyes fell on Yan'er beside him.

Yan'er on the side smiled awkwardly and shrugged her shoulders to show her innocence.

Feng Yeyu came to this Luoyuan early in the morning, but Feng Yeyu just stood quietly at this window, looking at the evergreen tree outside the window, Yan'er wanted to move a chair for her, but she pushed her out, until Lin Xiying woke up naturally and called her in to wash Lin Xiying.

"Princess, ······ Today" Lin Xiying sat quietly in front of the dresser, letting Yan'er fiddle with her hairstyle and paint light makeup for her, but she couldn't settle down for a moment in her mouth, and the big question mark in her head told her how to settle down······

"Sister, don't speak," Feng Yeyu pursed her lips and smiled, "Yan'er, right, help Sister Luo Jing dress up~~~" As soon as the words fell, he ran to the door, clapped his hands, and saw several maids lined up in a row, slowly walking into the room, everyone was holding a plate in their hands, and they didn't need to look at it to know that it was jewelry and clothes, but ······ Why did you prepare all this for her early in the morning?

The pale pink dress is wrapped in a white gauze coat, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones, the pleats of the skirt are like snow and moonlight, the silver hair is shawl, a strand of hair hangs down on the chest, the thin powder is applied to the body, only the color is increased, and the faint red feeling on the cheeks creates a delicate and lovely pure skin like petals, and the whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and it is like a clear and transparent ice and snow......

"Wow······" Feng Yeyu sighed in surprise, "Sister Luo Jing is so suitable for this dress~~~"

The woman frowned slightly, looking at herself in the mirror, she didn't have the heart to appreciate Nangong Luo Jing's beauty at the moment, "Princess, answer Luo Jing's question, what is the matter with Luo Jing today?"

"Sister, let's go out to play today~~~" Feng Yeyu was excited at the mention of playing, which is why it is so early today······

"Where are you going?" Lin Xiying gently pressed her temples and looked helplessly at the lovely woman in front of her······

Feng Yeyu took a few steps forward lightly, looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Out of the palace." ”

Lin Xiying looked at his clothes in surprise, and asked himself how suitable he was to go out······

"Hmm~~~" responded with a happy voice.

Rou Yi, who took the woman, walked towards the door, only to see Murong and a white Confucian dress waiting outside the door, the indifference on his body was a bit of Sven because of the different clothes, just looking at his appearance, who knew that he was a brave and invincible general on the battlefield.

"Princess, everything has been arranged. Murong He bowed his head slightly and said, his face unabated.

Out of the garden, Lin Xiying didn't see a single guard, the three of them walked south, and there were very few people they met along the way, only a few palace maids passing by chatting and laughing, but it was also separated by a wall.

Soon I saw a door, tightly closed, but there were four guards guarding it, and I saw that as soon as they saw Murong He, they bowed their hands and saluted, and said "General!" sonorously and powerfully, showing a bit of the demeanor of a soldier.

"What is this?" the palace gate opened, and I saw a carriage waiting outside the door, and the crowd was bustling not far away.

"Sister, get in the car. Feng Yeyu made a gesture of invitation, gave Murong He a look, and Lin Xiying was helped into the car by Murong He. The temperature on the man's hand was transmitted to his body through the thin gauze clothes, and he glanced at the man next to him, and on his cold face, his beautiful eyes flashed a little softness in an instant, which happened to be captured.

Is it a delusion? Not an illusion?

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While Lin Xiying was struggling whether it was an illusion, the carriage had slowly begun to move, heading towards Jingyi, the most prosperous neighborhood in the patriotic capital.