All the more because she never knows what awaits her in the next second, not to mention that her luck has always been a terrible person. But even so, she can't help but greedily want something that doesn't belong to her, even if it's so out of reach.

She didn't know how long she waited for the response of the chief, but she was humble, begging to kneel in the wet/wet snow where the snow had not yet melted, and the corners of her robe had already been wet, and a large dark wet flower was smeared. The tip of the tongue was bitten through the skin, and I tasted the rich smell of iron embroidery, so I was able to continue to have the stiffness and calmness that could calm down.

A biting cold wind hit, blowing the treetops and branches petals and stamens hunting, and the petals and stamens fell. I don't know whether it is the wind or the tree's nostalgic feelings, so I have to make it fall into mud and crush ash in advance, only the fragrance is the same, so that it will turn into spring mud in the coming year and protect the flowers.

"Since it is what the flower slave wants, how can this palace be unreasonable." A gentle sentence seemed to disperse as soon as the wind blew, but it was as moving as a heavenly sound in her ears.

Just the next second, it quickly pulled her back to reality.

"Hua Nu should understand that if you want to have something, you must have something to give." He Dangli, who was prostrate on the ground, trembled his eyelashes, and saw that in the sight of the long snow, a pair of peony gold threads on a white background, embroidered shoes inlaid with South China Sea pearls, and a corner of a delicate and warm vermilion dark pattern robe.

The cardamom fingertips dyed with begonia flowers lightly picked up He Dangli's slightly slender chin, half-squatting, and condescendingly stared at the most perfect chess piece she had finally found.

The world says that the most ruthless people in the world are royals, but sometimes they are not ruthless. It's only for fear of dedication.

Affection is sometimes more cruel than ruthlessness, just because they are royalty. The most taboo is the word dedication.

"Slave understands." He Dang's eyes were half-drooping, covering the dark abyss inside. The lower lip bites slightly, and the appearance is extremely well-behaved.

The eldest princess An Hui's sharp phoenix eyes were like a knife slashing through her face inch by inch, with a cold sharpness. The red lips were slightly raised, with a bit of an indescribable smile. The movements on his hands were a little more aggravated in vain, and a few finger marks were pinched on it, as if as long as he used a little force, this poor little thing would die under his hands in the next second, and he had no ability to resist.

It's just that it's a pity that such a beauty, a beauty is so beautiful, it is natural to make the best use of it.

What's more, her good brother made a deal with her, an unexpected deal.

"Hua Nu is a smart person, it just so happens that there will be a distinguished guest in the Japanese palace tomorrow, if Hua Nu will serve people. The palace will naturally agree to the request of the flower slave, but if it is not, the palace can never raise useless people, and the flower slave should understand. The fair-skinned slender fingers followed the picturesque and extremely picturesque face of the white porcelain under his hand, moving down slightly, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional behind it.

With a slight hook on her tail finger, she picked open the gold and silver leaf button on the top layer of her collar, and then smiled coquettishly and reached out to touch it; "The flower slave gave birth to a good skin, and even this snow/skin can't even be put down when the palace sees it, but it's a pity that the years are still a little younger."

"Later, the palace will send a few embroidery girls to cut a few sets of clothes for the flower slave. After all, the clothes on the flower slave are too conservative, and they are really a little too tyrannical. A new sentence of clothes has already arranged her to the fullest, and no one can refute it.

What's more, she doesn't have any ability to refute, and she still has to use the big tree of the eldest princess to climb to a height where no one can bully her and insult her at will.

"Slave understood." He Dangli only got up when the eldest princess An Hui left.

Her pants and robe were already soaked with snow, but she looked like she was nothing. His eyebrows and eyes were half-drooping, and his expression was cold as if he had nothing to do.

In my mind, I was even constantly thinking about who the eldest princess An Hui was talking about?

And when she had a high fever that night, who violated her and took care of her? And the man you didn't meet in the corridor under the eaves the last time you came out?

He Dangli felt as if she had fallen into a fork in the road with countless roads, and at this moment, she thought that she had inadvertently walked into a dead end, unable to enter, let alone retreat.

When she returned to the room, there were already a few embroidery girls waiting for a long time, and they were chattering for some reason.

He Dangli's eyebrows and heart jumped, and the corners of his lips were half-pursed and he didn't speak. I just feel that the comer is not good. No, as soon as she came in, several old eagles who seemed to introduce the girl in the building stepped forward and surrounded her, holding brightly colored fabrics in their hands and gesturing back and forth on her.

"The color of the little boy is so good, naturally only red can match its color, you need to know that the most beautiful color in the world is still the enchanting of red, and other colors are vulnerable under red." The embroidery lady who spoke was a woman who was only thirty years old and had a long face.

"My aunt Wang thinks that the white color of this moon is more flattering to the little boy. Isn't there a saying what, Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. If you want me to say, the moon white color is the most beautiful in this world. The chubby and round woman squeezed people aside, and introduced them with a smile on her face.

"Tsk, it's not that I said that the two of you are either red or white, do you think you are going to the funeral or being the groom's official. If you want me to say, naturally these powder blues, azure color is not suitable for this little boy's temperament, warm as jade. "The other one who was a little older was naturally not willing to lag behind and squeezed in.

"Phew, just the color of your little family, you can see where you go."

Seeing that they seemed to be arguing immediately, He Dangli just asked them to quickly measure their current size, and then ran into her small room as if they were fleeing.

If you want her to say that three women in one play, if they are still the opponents, it is even more noisy and headache than hundreds of ducks chirping.

Time passed quickly, and He Dangli came to the main house of the eldest princess An Hui with a few sets of new clothes that were cut out overnight from yesterday to today's noon. Even though she tried to ignore the uneasy fear in her heart, her hands and feet still trembled a little, and even the corners of her lips tightened into a straight line.

As the scarlet peony felt curtain was lifted, several wisps of cold wind poured in, blowing and shaking several strings of pink and white bead curtains in the room.

"But the flower slave is here."

"Back to the eldest princess, it's the flower slave who is here." The maid who was dressing up for the princess in the house, named Bi Tao, had a round apple face, especially when she laughed, two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Even people who are in a bad mood seem to smile when they see her, as if they are even in a better mood.

"Call her in." The lazy and charming female voice came out of the screen of the six spring flowers of the small rosewood, the colorful butterfly peony.

"Slave to see the princess, I wish the eldest princess a thousand years of life." He Dangli held his clothes and knelt down to salute, but he was slightly blessed, and his eyes were half-hung from beginning to end since he came in, and he didn't dare to look at other places for half a minute.

"When did the flower slave learn these false etiquette, this palace doesn't know." I don't know whether to laugh or sneer, but I can hear that the woman's mood today seems to be extraordinarily good.

"It is still the red most lined with flowers, the scarlet face is greasy, its color is as proud as winter plums, and it is better than spring flowers." The eldest princess An Hui, who had just put on a blood hosta, just swept her eyes, but at first glance she fell in love with the peony gold silk tulle robe placed in the corner.

He took it and put it on his body and compared it to people, and smiled a little incomprehensibly.

"Hua Nu's face seems to be a little pale, but he didn't sleep well last night."

"The slave slept well last night, thank you for the eldest princess's concern." The pale, slightly colorless lips were half-pursed, and his throat was a little tight. Curly blue eyelashes were half-hung to hide the lingering shade.

Last night was not only a good night, but also said that I had not slept all night. He Dangli was glad that he was very young, even if he didn't sleep all night, except for his face was a little haggard, and he was in other serious troubles.

"But Hua Nu can't do this, his little face is so pale and haggard, if he walks out. This palace is afraid that the noble man still thinks that someone has abused the flower slave, not to mention that today's clothes are so beautiful, people can't be compared to clothes. Today, a beautiful woman wearing a snow-white silver fox fur placket and a begonia red moire pleated skirt smiled at the corners of her lips and walked out of the screen.

He Dangli's head was already slightly drooping, and at this moment he lowered his head a little lowered, staring at his pure white soaphorn shoes, not knowing what he was thinking.

She didn't know who the eldest princess An Hui was going to use her to please her? Or should it be simply how to please me? And she knows very well that nowadays, in addition to being born with a coveted face, there is no other person's value on her body.

The well-trimmed pink nails are now sunk into the soft/flesh of the palm, and the flesh and blood are blurred, and her whole person is still the same as an unaware puppeteer.

"Bi Tao, you come and paint her makeup." The best goods naturally need to appear in the most perfect posture, so as to be worthy of that value.

"Whoa."

After He Dangli came in, the whole person was like a commodity waiting to be sold, waiting for others to look at and dress up. Then we will increase the commercial price of the goods, and we must ensure that we go out with the most perfect attitude.

Her foundation is very good, even if she doesn't apply half a fat powder, she is still beautiful. Tao Biguan she was just pale and a little haggard, and then she was only slightly covered with a thin layer of delicate pearl peach blossom powder, her lips were wiped with a slightly bright begonia color, and the eyebrows were mixed with crimson and sea and sky glow to become the peach blossom water surface falling on the lake in March in spring.

"The flower slave is really a rare good color in the world, and even a woman in the palace can't help but want to hide the golden house."

He Dangli just pulled his face stiffly, revealing a smirk that didn't smile.

On the other hand, the person in the mirror seems to have revealed a smile that is more hideous than a ghost crying.

Today's time seems to have passed extraordinarily long, as if even the speed of the willow branches has slowed down a little. The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of his own breathing could be heard clearly.

He Dangli, who was dressed in hibiscus dark pattern and lily embroidery, knelt quietly and sat in a wedding room that was arranged as festive as a candle night in a cave room, at this moment, her heart was like a drum, and even her heart was about to jump to her throat and eyes, and her palms were uneasily clutched tightly under her thin gauze clothes, and her red lips dyed with begonia flowers became a straight line.

She didn't know what would await her when that door was pushed open.

As time passes, the rosewood carved window lattice reflects the willow tops on the moon, and people are about the hazy beauty after dusk.

The originally closed wooden door of the pineapple wood carved with branches and lotus was gently pushed open, and the first thing that came into sight was a pair of slender, knuckled hands.