At night, the group got out of the carriage and walked in the direction of the Ice Temple.

Shen Yanmei and Mei Xuetian walked together, wearing a pure white long skirt without any patterns, a milky white ribbon tied around the waist, black hair hanging down, wearing an ice crown of white flying feathers, and the bead tassels that fell down shook gently, which was particularly dazzling.

Both men and women wear predominantly white clothes and ice crowns when they attend banquets.

So at this time, Shen Yanmei vigorously admired the handsome and extraordinary men who followed them, and after changing into pure white robes, she had more ethereal temperament than before.

Because he couldn't wear a mask at the banquet, he showed his true face at this time, but as soon as he got off the carriage, countless people looked at him.

The extremely long black hair fell down softly and smoothly, and the pure white flying feather ice crown was slightly decorated, reflecting the faint blue eyes under the sword eyebrows, clear and flawless, like a fairy spirit descending into the world. Today, he didn't tie his forehead, his forehead was occupied by transparent ice crystals, which should have been transparent and slightly white, but it seemed that because of his jade-like blue eyes, they were dyed with a clear light blue fluorescence.

It's so pretty...

Shen Yanmei was slightly distracted.

Not only her, but even He Mengyao and Ah Niu were a little surprised, since they saw them in Dolphin City, they had been seeing them wearing masks, and at this time they showed their true faces, which turned out to be such a stunning appearance.

It's just that this man seems to be somewhat familiar.

She turned her head and saw Ye Buyan, who was also in a white robe, flying wildly behind him, with faint petals penetrating and falling, slightly stained with his clothes, handsome and extraordinary, and chic.

He is a flamboyant and arrogant person.

There was also a man who was no less impressive, shaking a feather fan and smiling softly.

His facial features are perfectly outlined by the light wind and snow, and a white robe is more noble and handsome, elegant as smoke, more like an elegant scholar who reads poetry and books, but at this time, the ice feather crown has added a few glamorous touches to him out of thin air.

The eyes as deep as obsidian, shallow and translucent, seemed to have light soaked in them, slightly blurred.

He Mengyao couldn't help but exclaim, these three people, no matter who they were, were all amazing and excellent men. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of the man who didn't come with her, floating out of the dust, no matter what actions he did, he was elegant and calm, which was pleasing to the eye.

If that's the kind of person, what kind of moving posture will it be if you put on these clothes?

"Ice capital!" Qingluan looked curiously and jumped down from the carriage first.

The melodious and crisp silver bell sounded softly with her movements.

A few people turned their eyes slightly, and saw a petite girl wearing a white long dress, two delicate small collarbones looming at the neckline, a slender waist, and a bow tied by her very casually.

His long black hair fell down to his waist, and he wore a flying feather ice crown like everyone else.

Beads of ice crystals fell between her hair, and as she moved, they gently collided together, making a pleasant, crisp ringing sound.

Her eyes were dark and deep, clean and pure, but she could never see to the end.

Qingluan still looks good when she dresses up!

When Shen Yanmei saw Qingluan, this sentence appeared in her mind, and then she turned her head involuntarily, and sure enough, Wei Shengliang and Feng Yicen kept looking at Qingluan, and the smile in her eyes could see that she was a fool.

Oh, my God...

Why do all good men fall in love with Qingluan?!