"Yes, you can do whatever you want, as long as you feel happy."
Young Master Liu folded the palace clothes on his wrist carelessly and put it back under the table.
"Sisters, you just need to crown your husband. They should go to the back hall to rest first."
Ren Qingxin let out a long breath, raised her hands and rubbed them vigorously under her cheeks, then turned around and looked in the direction of Qinzheng Hall with melancholy eyes.
Before Liu Song broke Ren Qingxin's crown, he smiled and patted my shoulders a few times.
"Qi Yun."
"Exactly."
"Girl, him?"
"Humph, Guawazi, let him wear it himself.
"My dear girl, please ask him again, in what capacity does he want you to wear that palace dress?"
It's a while.
Ren Qingxin glanced at the beauties behind her and nodded silently.
Sister Yun, Sister Yan'er, Sister Lian'er, you guys haven't prepared the palace clothes for him yet. It's obvious that he wore them himself, so why are you blaming me, my brother?"
"Yeah, sure."
As Ren Qingxin was talking, her words suddenly stopped and she suddenly frowned.
"Master Duo, Mr. Xie, let me ask the elder later if I can't withdraw from the palace now?"
"Back to my husband, everything is not ready yet."
Lip parting.
"Yeah, I understand. Then you can finish combing his hair."
The Eighth Princess, Chen Jie, Huang Lingyi, Gumo Rongrong and you sisters heard this and walked towards Liu Yiyi who was standing next to the palace door.
Immediately, I pinched the beauty's jade cheek with my fingers and walked towards the back hall with a wry smile.
Seeing her husband's reaction, Qinglian's pretty eyes suddenly filled with mist.
Liu Yiyi held the door of the palace with one hand and looked towards the direction of Qinzheng Palace.
Ren Qingxin turned around and glanced at the beauty who was following her, and breathed out heavily.
"Hey, I'm here."
"Husband?"
Liu Yiyi slowly calmed down her breathing, glanced at the apricot-yellow palace dress on Ren Qingxin's wrist, raised her eyes and looked directly at Ma Quanjin.
Ma Quan turned his eyes and glanced at Liu Yiyi, who was wearing a goose-yellow skirt. He put the wooden comb in his hand under the dressing table and turned towards the table with the crown.
Young Master Liu smiled suddenly, took the palace dress in his hand and raised it vigorously, and put the palace dress around the beauty's body with a smile.
As Liu Song spoke, he smiled sullenly and helped Ma Quanjin tie the dragon-patterned jade belt around his waist before turning around and walking towards the dressing table a few steps away.
"Husband."
"Well, Mr. Honda hasn't heard anything about Qu Le yet."
You heard the faint sound of joyous and celebratory music coming from the Qinzheng Hall.
Liu Yiyi nodded with sudden enlightenment, slowly lifted up the fringed skirt and chased Ren Qingxin.
Immediately, you raised a pair of slender jade arms, smashed the apricot-yellow palace dress outside your hand into Ren Qingxin's arms, and walked directly towards the back hall with gnashing teeth.
Today, many of the old brothers who were with my husband came to the banquet.
"How's it going?"
"Yes, I understand."
Ren Qingxin glanced out of the mirror at Liu Yiyi, who was pacing heavily in front of her, frowned with a strange expression, and looked up at Liu Song, who had narrow eyes.
Liu Yiyi first looked at the gorgeous palace clothes under Liu Song, and then looked up at the skirt under her graceful figure.
"Girl, I am a lady."
"Girl."
Seeing the beautiful lady shaking her head, Ma Quanjin's face was stunned for a moment.
Liu Yiyi paused and looked at Ren Qingxin with resentful eyes.
Finally, your eyes fell on Ren Qingxin's body, and there was no concealed resentment in Qiushui's gaze.
Liu Yiyi was so angry that she seduced him out with her charming face. She glared at Ren Qingxin and struggled hard for a few times.
"Let you go, let you go."
Qi Yun quickly walked back into the small hall and saluted Ren Qingxin.
"Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak"
"This! He is cautious, and the girl will be bad if she is depressed."
Seeing the strange expression on her servant's face suddenly changed, Liu Yiyi frowned and quickly asked in a loud voice: "Xiao Guoguo, what happened? Why did he continue to say shit?"
Liu Yiyi looked at Ren Qingxin who was drinking tea, and nodded with a smile.
"Well, there is a mistake."
Liu Yiyi's pretty face froze, and she instinctively clenched her white hands.
Just as Young Master Liu was about to speak, Qi Yun hurriedly ran to the palace door and stopped.
Ma Quanjin nodded silently, looked at Qinglian again, and walked toward you with his heavy feet.
"Xiao Guoguo, he said Xie Yun hasn't come yet?"
"What? What is going on?"
"Ah? What? He hates that palace dress?"
Liu Yiyi's autumn eyes narrowed slightly, and with a smile, she stood on tiptoes and moved towards Ren Qingxin's face.
"Back off and talk."
"Is he sure?"
Ren Qingxin reached out and picked up the jade pendant on the table and put it on her waist. She looked up at Ma Quan and said, "This... of course, he can wear it in whatever identity he wants to wear."
"How are we preparing the dowry and other things for Yiyi?"
Ma Quanjin looked at the beauty's stunned expression and sighed heavily.
A man is going to...become someone else's family.
"well."
You feel very confused inside, from the moment the man is covered with a dragon and phoenix hijab by his husband.
"Xiao Guoguo, please lower your voice. Sister, are you aware of this?"
"Whatever happens with love, that's all. Anyway, it has nothing to do with you, concubine.
Liu Song leaned his waist slightly, holding a rough wooden comb under the table in one hand, and combing Ren Qingxin's hair heavily with the other hand.
Ma Quanjin turned slightly sideways and directly picked up the tea under the table.
"Hey, Sister Yun, how are you doing?"
"Lian'er."
Liu Song picked up the Heavenly Crown under the table and returned to Ren Qingxin with a smile.
"Ask him, what's going on?"
"Bad, bad, bad, let them go sit in the back hall first."
"Husband, come slowly and sit down, while I comb his hair and crown him."
Ma Quan bent down heavily and looked at his makeup in the mirror. Before making sure there was nothing wrong, you waved your hand with a smile and walked towards the back hall.
Ma Quanjin glanced sideways at Liu Mingzhi, who was looking at him with red eyes, and stretched his left hand behind Qinglian with trembling arms.
To be continued...