Yan Xiaoyu turned around slowly and showed a light smile. Her words were exactly the same as the rules in the palace. She closed her soft lips lightly without showing her teeth, "Aya, you don't have to follow me. You can wait for me in the palace. Maybe you will pass by."
This year, you can return to Chu State."
Aya looked at her distrustfully, with worry in her eyes. Yan Xiaoyu slowly took off her hand on her shoulder, turned around, and walked towards Xiao Ninglan's palace step by step.
Xiao Ninglan has been very busy recently. He is about to ascend the throne. There are a lot of rules and etiquette. He also has to deal with changes in the four princes. In addition, the emperor has handed over all political affairs to him. He wishes he had twenty-four hours in a day.
When Yan Xiaoyu entered the door, he narrowed his eyes and saw that she was wearing a bright red cloud-smoked sweater embroidered with peonies, a floor-length green skirt with ancient patterns and double butterflies and clouds, and a blue-green peony mist gauze in her arms.
.Yunji E'e, wearing a hairpin with five phoenixes facing the sun and hanging beads, her face is as charming as the moon, her eyes are shining with hope, which is sultry.
It is obviously a glamorous and dazzling color, but it is very eye-catching when worn on her body. It seems that the fresh color flows down from top to bottom, making it beautiful and vivid. Every step she takes, there is a stream of light moving, and her whole body
Shrouded in this charming stream of light, the beauty cannot be described in words.
Looking at her elaborate dress, he could hardly recognize her. Putting down the memorial in his hand, he stood up and looked at her in surprise.
Yan Xiaoyu could walk like this? His jaw dropped in surprise. After she entered the door, she slowly took off the outermost cloak. Her fingers were as thin as white jade, and the snow-white fox fur cloak flowed on her fingertips.
She came down and gradually revealed the single-stroke gauze underneath. Her black and white eyes were fixed on him, probably thinking about what lines to say, and her soft lips opened and closed, closed and opened again.
Xiao Ninglan felt suffocated in her chest, strode forward, took her into his arms, wrapped her tightly in his warm chest, and said reproachfully, "Who told you to wear so little on a snowy day?"
Yan Xiaoyu lowered her eyes in disappointment, "I thought you would like it..."
Xiao Ninglan looked at Yan Xiaoyu and frowned. What was wrong with her? She actually started to care about what he thought, or had she really figured it out and was willing to stay with her?
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