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Chapter 57

The clouds are clearing and the rain is coming, and the area is overcast with colorful colors. It is the perfect season for flowers to bloom. In the Imperial Garden, hundreds of flowers are blooming, so everyone can admire them.

Mo Ning'er wore a pink butterfly skirt today, which perfectly highlighted her delicate body. She wore light makeup and her hair was coiled up to her ears. Two butterflies were fluttering about to fly. There seemed to be a hint of shame in her two big eyes.

His mind flashed, "Siqin, is this okay?"

The little girl next to her nodded, "Second young lady is beautiful no matter what."

Mo Ning'er poked the little girl's head and said with a smile, "You know how to make fun of me."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, "How dare Siqin make fun of the second young lady? What they say is Yin Yin is true!" Besides, the second young lady has always been good at dressing.

Noila Mo didn't know what she was thinking, but she walked around in a circle in a good mood, "Let's go! Accompany me to find my sister."

The little girl nodded and immediately retreated behind Mo Ning'er. There was a flicker in her eyes. The second young lady would definitely attract much attention when she went to the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

Mo Ning'er walked briskly to Mo Qingluo's courtyard and raised her foot to go in. The next moment, she was stopped by the guard directly outside the door. "Second Miss, please wait a moment. I will go in and inform the Eldest Miss."

"No need." Noila Mo waved her hand, "I can just go in and find my sister."

The guard heard the words but did not move away. His expression was unstable and he said solemnly: "Second Miss, please wait here."

Seeing this scene, the little girl behind Mo Ning'er finally became anxious. She walked directly in front of Mo Ning'er and said to the two guards guarding the door: "How dare you, the second young lady is a serious young lady of the Mo family. How dare you do this?"

Do you want to die if you stop the second lady here?"

"Second Miss, please wait a moment." The guard was neither humble nor overbearing, without any unnecessary expression, as if he did not hear the threat in the little girl's words. They only have one master, and apart from the eldest lady, not even the old man can do it.

"You!" Siqin's face was filled with resentment. How dare they insult the second young lady like this in the Mo family!

"Forget it Siqin." Mo Ning'er raised her hand to stop Siqin, with a faint smile still on her face, "I'll wait here for a while, sister, it's okay."

Si Qin stood back up behind Mo Ning'er without hesitation, with the corners of her mouth raised. Didn't the eldest lady become a little prettier? What's so great, thanks to their second lady, they took such good care of the eldest lady before. It's really

ungrateful.

"Second Miss, please come in." The guard who went in to report came back and bowed to Noila Mo.

Mo Ning'er nodded without any hesitation. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Mo Qingluo standing at the door of the room. She stepped forward with a smile, "Sister, Ning'er is ready. Shall we leave now?"

Mo Qingluo turned around, the corners of her lips raised casually, indescribably lazily, "Let's go!"

After seeing Mo Qingluo's outfit clearly, Mo Ning'er clenched her right hand tightly and dug her nails into her flesh. She wore pink clothes because Mo Qingluo preferred red clothes these days.

In the weather, red is too dazzling, and anyone who looks at it for a long time will inevitably burn his eyes, but pink is different, soft and elegant, just refreshing. She can't wear red to look as glamorous as she is, so she chooses something completely different from red.

of pink.

However, today, Mo Qingluo is wearing purple clothes. The dark purple waistband highlights her slender waist. It is covered with a layer of tulle. Three thousand black hair is only fixed with a pink jade hairpin, and the hair reaches her shoulders.

Scattered down, it is indescribably soft, a little less flamboyant and more ethereal than the red dress. The most beautiful thing in the world is nothing more than this.

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