The trimming and maintenance parts have been completed. The maid just took the freshly mixed flower juice and sprinkled it bit by bit on the clean gauze. She wrapped it tightly in order from thumb to little finger, and waited for someone to wrap her nails.

After she recovered, she spoke calmly.

"Let the convoy move and cross this swamp within an hour." Princess Linglong's expression was indifferent, her nails were wrapped strangely, but there was a wild smile on her face: "If you are too late, you will be dealt with by military law.

"As she raised her hand, the gauze wrapped around her fingernails became somewhat loose again. The maid peeked at her expression and saw that the messenger had already exited the car door, so she boldly tightened the gauze on her hand slightly.

The maid looked at the incense that was lit on the side and was almost burnt out. She estimated that the time was almost up. She flexibly loosened the thumb she had wrapped first. The original pink color had been replaced by bright red, and her white hands were burned by the fire.

Against the background of red nails, it is as beautiful as the winter plum blossoms against the snowy scene.

The maid who exited the car jumped out of the car with a light movement, moved forward and exchanged a few words with the leader of the waiters who was standing outside. The leader of the waiters greeted everyone, prepared the team to march, and even asked people to invite them as they came out of the car.

Sang Qiqi was a little distracted.

Sang Qiqi is not absent-minded, it's just that she has been standing sideways, with a delicate posture. Although she has not spoken, her eyes are filled with affection and shining brightly. Occasionally she glances at you, always making you feel her eyes in a trance.

It's like you are the only one here.

She only wore a plain dress, without too many decorations, but it could always arouse people's infinite reverie. She was not tall, but she was not petite either. She stood there steadily, looking at something unknown.

In the distance, it seems that even if she doesn't speak, people can still feel her soft voice sighing about the world.

"Miss Sang..." The attendant tentatively called Sang Qiqi. Sang Qiqi quickly turned around. Her slender waist was well covered by the gauze, but the more she looked like this,

The more unreal it is, the more it makes people feel itchy.

The attendant's face couldn't help but turn a bit crimson. Naturally, his little literary brain couldn't think of a poem like "still holding the pipa, half-hiding the face", but he always felt that the so-called "fairy falls into the mortal world" is probably this scene.

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There was a slight smile in Sang Qiqi's eyes, as if nothing could shake her, she was gentle and soft without any threat. However, when the attendant was stared at by these eyes, his eyes suddenly flickered, and the whole person was inexplicably nervous.

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"Sang...Miss Sang, Her Royal Highness the Princess has agreed to allow the motorcade to move. The brothers are also ready. We also ask Miss Sang to perform magic tricks." The attendant seemed to have memorized this sentence in his heart for a long time, and said it almost without any pause.

The exit is like a series of arrow feathers. It is indeed a thaumaturgy. If Little Baozi sees it, he will definitely like it.

"Please wait a moment..." Sang Qiqi didn't put on any airs. After taking a sip of water from the kettle given to her by the attendant, her lips stained with crystal water moved and spoke words that humans couldn't understand.

Sounds that ordinary people cannot hear.

The attendant stood aside and watched curiously, wondering why Miss Yu Sang only moved her lips without making any sound. As she was thinking about it, there was a sudden rustling sound in her ears. When the attendant looked up, he saw someone appearing on the edge of the swamp.
Chapter completed!