"Lan Ying, is that you?" Long Xiying seemed to come to her senses, blinked her eyes outward, and the woman in the green dress behind her stepped forward to bless her body: "Back to the princess, the slave Lan Ying is specially ordered by the emperor to dress up for the princess!" ”

When Long Xiying heard this, she immediately turned her face, her face was full of joy, she seemed to hold Lan Ying's hand, and said coquettishly: "You don't know, this palace has been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

The palace maids are familiar with such scenes, and they are even more envious of Lan Ying, she is not only beautiful and lovely, but also the emperor's personal maid, and is deeply loved by the emperor and princess.

Lan Ying looked apologetic, and bowed again: "Let the princess wait for a long time, the slave maid has just finished grooming the emperor, and she will come immediately, I hope the princess will forgive me!" ”

When Long Xiying saw her like this, she immediately helped her up, pouting her little mouth, and looked unhappy: "Didn't you say okay, you and I are sisters, you are like my sister in front of me, why do you want so many courtesies!" ”

Lan Ying got up and said, "Yes, the slave has written it down!" He smiled at Long Xiying again, and began to dress up for her.

A pair of slender jade hands quickly interspersed and overlapped in the hair, and the originally straight hair became more and more soft and obedient in Lan Ying's hands, she flicked the tassels on her smooth forehead, slightly averted her gaze, and looked meticulous and serious.

The palace maids behind him were all surprised by Lan Ying's skillful hands and could comb all kinds of hairstyles, no wonder they were deeply loved.

After a while, a new hairstyle was born, with a slightly fluffy bun coiled on the head, and then a strand of fine hair twisted into a rope, into a flat circle, supported by a golden phoenix hairpin on the top of the head, a pendant made of gold beads the size of a string of rice grains hung down between the hair, and two strands of fine hair on both sides of the cheeks naturally floated in the ears, which was naturally soft and without losing the royal noble temperament.

Long Xiying looked at herself in the mirror and was even more surprised, the people in the mirror are so beautiful!

She grabbed Lan Ying's hand tightly and asked, "Good sister, does this hairstyle have a name?" ”

Lan Ying smiled back softly: "This is a new hairstyle I specially created for you, it's called Feng Yingfu, there is a phoenix in the Dragon Country, Ying Ying Fanghua, the princess is still satisfied?" ”

Long Xiying couldn't help nodding with a satisfied face, Lan Ying shook her head and said, "Then the slave maid will wait for the princess to change her clothes," she beckoned, and the maid who had changed into palace clothes stepped forward quickly, raising her clothes with both hands.

"Wasn't it red just now? How did it turn sky blue, Lan Ying, did you change it? Long Xiying stared at the clothes with a look of surprise.

Lan Ying chuckled in her ear, "How's it going?" Did the slave guess the princess's mind by luck? ”

Long Xiying suddenly looked shy and couldn't wait to change into this sky blue palace dress, with a happy and satisfied face.

Lan Ying looked at her delicate face, and his shadow appeared in her mind, and she sighed in her heart like a faint ripple, circle after circle, when happiness comes easily.

Thinking of this, she suddenly knelt down towards Long Xiying, pleading with a face.

Long Xiying was also taken aback, and hurriedly bent down to help Lan Ying up, but Lan Ying was still kneeling.

Long Xiying said anxiously: "Good sister, what are you going to do, didn't you say that you should not kneel!" ”

Lan Ying looked behind her, and Long Xiying knew that with a light wave of her jade hand, the palace maids all lowered their heads and retreated, and Zhu Men covered it lightly.

"Now you can say it!" Long Xiying said: "What makes my sister so anxious? ”