The moment Han Qian stepped into the bedroom, he felt full of blood and depression. Because, the whole room is red or reddish. Even the reliefs on the roof are red...

The carpet is red, and on the left side of the door is a row of mahogany wardrobes, which are exquisitely made. Not far from the cabinet, that is, the head of the bed, on which is placed a red lamp. On the right side of the door, at the foot of the bed, there is a small round table with a vase on it.

A red shelf bed faces the cabinet next to the door. At the foot of the bed is an arhat chair, and not far from the arhat chair is a small rectangular rosewood table and a chair.

It seemed that there were all kinds of sesame oil on it, because Han Qian had smelled a strange fragrance that she had never smelled since she entered the house.

Not far away, there was a small table and a chair that was slightly larger but matched the small table. There is a set of tea sets on it, which is used for afternoon tea.

On the other side of the shelf bed is the side facing the courtyard, and the red lamp is still placed on the bedside table. The wall facing the courtyard has two large windows, and in the middle of the two large windows is a dresser.

On the red dresser is a flower-shaped lamp and a red vase with unknown white flowers. The red comb lay there quietly, and the rouge, lipstick pens, and various eyebrow pencils were still there.

Han Qian walked towards the dresser, and with a girl's unique love for combs, she thoughtfully picked up the red lacquered wood comb. A hair is still wrapped around it, and the traces of life are still there, but the person is no longer there...

The whole room is red except for the red curtain of the shelf bed and the curtains with dark green patterns.

"Miss, let's change your clothes. The lord and the lady are still waiting for the lady to go down to dinner. Grandma reminded.

Han Qian is not used to being served by someone to dress him, "Grandma, you go down." I'll dress myself up. After she finished speaking, she looked at Grandma and smiled softly. After a while, I will blanch everything in the house. ”

Grandma nodded 'eh~' and exited the shallow bedroom.

Han Qian put down the comb in his hand and walked towards the wardrobe. She opened the delicate closet, in which only two skirts were hung, and opened several other closets, all of which were folded clothes. Han Qian picked it up and looked at it, it was all some clothes from childhood. It seems that there are only two skirts left to wear, so the host hangs up. She doesn't even have a few extra clothes? Or is there less clothes for the princess here?

Han Qian picked out the light green gauze skirt and replaced it, which was a one-shoulder, waist-girded, and ankle-to-ankle gauze skirt. She smiled, this palm-wide dark green belt could indeed hold a lot of things. The shoulders of the shoulder are covered with silk lace, but they are not exposed at all, and the sleeves are slightly larger than the arms.

It's just that she doesn't understand why this gauze skirt is so big and doesn't fit at all. It's like someone else's clothes.

After getting dressed, Han Qian walked downstairs.

In the dining room, four or five maids had already set up their meals. Yu Zhiqi was already sitting on the main seat of the table, and Pan Youfan was sitting on the left. The younger brother sits on the right. Han Qian walked into the restaurant.

"Mother~" Han Qian walked up to Pan Youfan, with appropriate politeness.

Pan Youfan looked cold, and his face was not very good-looking. He sneered and said, "Yo, this is not your mother's clothes?" You're a family, I'm an outsider? After speaking, she looked at Yu Zhiqi, Yu Zijing and Yu Hanqian with a jealous face.