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And Lu Rong obediently reported to Youruo what his uncle was busy with these days.

After listening to everything, it was fake that Youruo was not moved in her heart. As Lu Rong said, she was 'bitter and sweet', and Zhai Xiying was finally willing to marry her as a concubine.

This stinky man! Youruo really wants to know what happened to Zhai Xiying in the year she forgot!

Why did he have such a big change, and why was she able to give birth to Zhai Xiying's child. Although he knew that Zhai Xiying had feelings for her a long time ago, Youruo still wanted to know what made Zhai Xiying untie the knot in her heart and was willing to look forward to the future with her.

If you want to know the memory of that year clearly, you have to solve the witchcraft on your body. This sorcery... You must go to the Miao Curse Holy Land, that Miao Curse Holy Daughter, her biological mother?

Looking forward to the day of her wedding with Zhai Xiying, she didn't know anything about the arrangement, and Lu Rong also didn't know what the specific wedding day was.

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The days of anxious waiting were only two days, and in the early morning of the 26th, Lu Rong took the initiative to dress Youruo, and ordered someone to bring out the red wedding dress brought from the national capital.

Youruo stared at the red wedding dress on the table, and there was a complete set of golden phoenix crowns inlaid with rubies standing next to her.

"This..."The red wedding dress was neatly folded on the table, with the neckline facing up, and you Ruo saw two delicate golden-red Du Ruo.

When Lu Rong unfolded the red wedding dress, surprise flashed in the eyes of the two.

The handsome man who was fiddling with the small wooden sword not far away was also pierced by the dazzling red of the red wedding dress. With the little wooden sword fart, he trotted to Youruo's side, and shouted in a milky voice: "Mother, the baby thinks this red dress looks good~!" ”

If she touched the little handsome head dotingly, she could see Zhai Xiying's intentions on the red wedding dress. Du Ruo, which Youruo likes, is embroidered on the neckline, cuffs, and chest, and the inconspicuous Du Ruo flowers are embroidered with gold edges in many places.

Du Ruo is not noble with peony, elegant without lotus, and gorgeous without plum blossoms. But such an inconspicuous little flower is so chic embroidered on the wedding dress.

"Miss, put it on!" Lu Rong was excited to remove the coat from the young lady.

Youruo also couldn't wait to wear the red wedding dress that Zhai Xiying had prepared for her, which was made for her by the man she had loved for more than ten years.

Although it is not made by Zhai Xiying himself, this stinky man will not be popular. But the pattern and even the clothing type must have been rectified by Zhai Xiying himself.

"Mother, beautiful!" Lu Rong's movements were very fast, and after stripping off the light green coat that his mother had put on, he immediately put red clothes on the bed.

What Lu Rong wore for the young lady at this time was only one layer of the red wedding dress, and the layers of wedding clothes were divided into six layers.

"Miss, it's really beautiful." Lu Rong deliberately took off the Du Ruo hairpin on the young lady's head, and the green silk like a waterfall fell on the straight back.

Wide neckline, wide sleeves fluttering, green silk hanging shoulders, jade belt around the arm, dark fragrance lingering, the face is like a peach and like a snow out of the sun, Qianqian's thin waist can't help but wind.

Just a layer of wedding dress, the beautiful face and fair neck of the young lady are very noble and beautiful, the women in the world, if they can be as good as the young lady, they have to be peerless!

"Miss, take a look." There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room, and Lu Rong carefully dragged the young lady to the mirror.

Youruo followed Lu Rong, stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, smiled lightly, and was about to fall into her own beauty country.

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