Xiaolin looked at the stunned and stunned eyes of everyone when they saw Duanmu Minya, and couldn't help but feel proud secretly. She was proud of her own vision. She knew that the water-red skirt was the most suitable for the princess. The princess wore it
It must be the most beautiful. Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, she coughed lightly a few times as a reminder.
The eyes that looked into Duanmu Minya's indifferent and peaceful face were filled with tenderness unknowingly. Although she quickly covered it up, at that moment it was indeed tenderness that could be pinched. Xuanyuan Qingtian blinked and replied for the first time.
After coming to his senses, he quickly turned his head to Song Yichen.
This time he did not ignore the amazement and admiration in Song Yichen's deep blue eyes that could not disappear in time!
He actually admired Duanmu Minya. Xuanyuan Qingtian was slightly stunned. He looked at Song Yichen for a moment, thinking that when he saw Song Yichen's eyes clearly, Song Yichen was also awakened by Xiaolin's cough.
He quickly lowered his eyes, and when he raised them, his eyes were already full of magnanimity. If it weren't for the faint red that could not be erased on his handsome face, Xuanyuan Qingtian would really have thought that he had seen it wrong.
"Wow! Brother Sanhuang, you are so lucky. How come I don't have such a good life? When did my father propose a marriage to me and find me such a beautiful wife? Sanhuang's sister-in-law is so lucky."
She is as beautiful as a fairy descending from the earth. No, she is even more beautiful than that fairy. My beautiful sister-in-law of the Three Emperors, please accept my respects from my seventh brother!"
Xuanyuan Yiyu pretended to be envious and shouted exaggeratedly. He looked at Duanmu Minya who was calm and composed and bowed respectfully.
He actually ignored his identity as a prince and gave a formal gift to Duanmu Minya, his third sister-in-law, as his younger brother.
You must know that in this dynasty, the status of the prince and the status of the princess are equal, and there is no need to perform such a big etiquette, but he, Xuanyuan Yiyu, can do it.
In response to Xuanyuan Yiyu's gift, Duanmu Minya hurriedly wanted to stand up and return the gift, but in a hurry, her ankle was caught by her long skirt, and she was carried forward inadvertently, and was about to have an intimate encounter with the marble floor.
Make contact and make a posture of prostrating yourself on the ground.
Two figures quickly rushed to the bed, one on the left and one on the right, supporting Duanmu Minya.
A tall, clear blue figure, this was Song Yichen. He stood nervously on the left side of Duanmu Minya and supported Duanmu Minya's sitting arm.
A tall and handsome figure in maroon color, this is Xuanyuan Qingtian. He stands anxiously on the right side of Duanmu Minya, holding Duanmu Minya's other arm with one hand, and wrapping his other hand around Duanmu Minya's back, as if he is
Claim his power!
"Princess, please take care. If your left hand is injured again, it will become useless."