Chapter 207: The Young Marshal and the Little Wife (2)

Lotus Charm –

Isn't it Hua Dan of the Liyuan Opera Troupe?

Fenghua couldn't help but support his forehead.

How can a woman attack another woman?

Could it be that this time you want me to ...... Lily?

It's just mad.

The system immediately ran out to brush the sense of existence, and said to Fenghua:

"Your Majesty, something like Lily is impossible, never possible."

Even if you let Your Majesty and the emperor have a big relationship, it can't be a lily.

The system says in the heart.

"So?" Fenghua raised her delicate eyebrows, "Lotus charm is ......"

"Such a cute emperor is big, it must be a blue child~"

The chief eunuch is cute.

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Fenghua: Huh.

It's all routines.

The elegantly overlapped slender legs were lowered, and the black military boots stepped on the ground.

At the same time, Fenghua raised his chin slightly and said:

"Let Lian Mei come and see me."

The young marshal Ye Lan is famous and romantic.

She called the most beautiful and reddest flower lotus charm in the pear orchard......

Backstage of the Liyuan Opera Troupe.

Lianmei wears green clothes and water sleeves, long black hair reaches her waist, and her face is full of makeup.

Lian Mei sat in front of the mirror.

In the halo yellow mirror, a beautiful face is reflected.

At this time, the class owner was in a hurry and ran all the way in.

"Great joy, great joy! Lotus Charm, what a happy eventβ€”"

The lotus charm's head did not return, and the slender jade hand took off the delicate and heavy pearl crown on the top of her head.

Long black hair hung down like a waterfall.

The class leader Kankan stopped and looked at Lianmei's beautiful face from the halo yellow mirror.

Even if the face is covered with heavy makeup, it hides the original complexion.

The beauty has stunning eyebrows and eyes that are not skinny, but they are still presented in the bottom of people's eyes, which is amazing.

Perhaps, it is because of this stunning ......

Thinking of this, the class leader remembered what was going on, bent down slightly behind Lianmei, suppressed his excitement and said:

"Lianmei, the young marshal wants to see you!"

Young marshal?

The beautiful white fingertips of the wooden comb were suddenly paused.

In the halo yellow mirror, the 'woman' was cold and charming, and did not show a happy look as expected.

The gorgeous red lips opened lightly, and an indistinguishable voice came out.

"But Young Marshal Ye Lan?"

Hearing Lian Mei call the word 'Ye Lan', the class master was frightened, and immediately hurriedly said:

"It's that young master! But wait a minute, Lianmei, you can't be so rude! ”

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Lian Mei didn't speak.

After the class leader finished speaking, he changed his words and said, "You dress up carefully, and quickly follow me to see the young marshal." ”

"You don't have to dress up, let's go now."

Lianmei stood up lightly, and a green coat and water sleeves swirled beautiful flowers in mid-air.

……

"Young marshal, Miss Lotus has arrived."

An officer walked up to Fenghua, black military boots standing. Bent down slightly, and said respectfully.

With that, the officer stepped aside, revealing the two behind him.

Fenghua raised his handsome eyebrows slightly.

At a glance, I sawβ€”

The owner of the pear orchard in a black coat.

The class leader smiled, respectful and flattering, but not disgusting.

No matter how much the class owner laughed at a flower, Fenghua didn't have the slightest idea about him.

Eyes flickered.

Next to the class leader, there is a slim 'woman' with low eyebrows and no face.

She is wearing a green coat with water sleeves, outlining a bewitching and moving figure.

The long jet-black hair hangs down like a waterfall around the waist, adding a touch of grace.

The head of the class hurriedly pulled the 'woman' to kneel: "The villain asks the young marshal to say goodbye." ”

Fenghua got up from the rosewood seat.

Lian Mei lowered her head slightly.

A pair of black military boots suddenly came into view.

Overhead, a voice as clear as wine fell, and his tone was full of strength and dignity, and he ordered:

"Raise your head and show Young Marshal Ben."