Xi Niang holding a small phoenix crown and a small wedding dress, trembled and trembled, bowed his head, did not dare to look directly at the slave's peach blossoms, fearing that the double peach blossoms became a horrible gloomy bloodthirsty charm.

"Little... Miss, the slave is grooming for you."

Xi Niang was careful not to dare to sin the little fox and slave.

The slave did not hand the little fox in her arms to Xi Niang, but she glanced at Xi Niang and took the little fox and walked to the dressing table to sit down. The dressing table was brand new, precious and precious golden nanmu, carved The dragon and phoenix pattern, the top of the bronze mirror, is adorned with a red plaque, and inside the bronze mirror, a beautiful woman in a robes is holding a white fox in her arms.

Xi Niang saw the water in the copper basin braving the warm water mist. She put the small phoenix crown and Xiaoxi clothes into the treasure chest very carefully, ran to twist the warm towel to wipe the face of the little fox. On the hair, under the gaze of the slave, Xi Niang had a cold sweat on her back, and carefully picked up the claws of the little fox and wiped it.

The little fox saw Xi’s arrogant fear, raised his fluffy head and looked at the slave.

The slaves are also true, and they are scared and their faces are white.

The slave saw the movement of the little fox in the bronze mirror. He was coveted, and the four eyes were opposite. The peach blossoms seemed to have a spring breeze blowing, and the peach blossoms blossomed overnight. But soon, the color of the peach aphid disappeared and replaced with a calm and gentle smile.

"Miss, you look so good." These eyes are the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen, and they are even more beautiful than the lady's eyes.

The little fox slips a cold sweat on the forehead. If the eyes of the non-naughter are sincere enough, it will think that the slaves are squinting and talking.

Xi Niang took rouge gouache and went to the little fox. It was a difficult thing for women. This is a woman's use, but the owner is a little fox. How to use it?

"What are you doing? Don't you dress up for my lady?"

The slave girl squinted and was very dissatisfied with the maiden who was arranged by Feng Lingran.

Xi Niang’s heart slammed, her hand shaking with blush powder, and she should be “yes”, squatting down, opening the box of rouge powder, and dressing up the little fox...

The little fox smelled the scent of the rouge. It even sneezed two sneezes. When it was twisted, it was buried in the arms of the slave, and he was unwilling to dress up.

Did the slaves make a mistake? Let people give it to this fox makeup? Draw it, can you watch it?

It just doesn't.

The slave was soft in his arms, as if he was stuffed. He looked at the head of the little fox in the bronze mirror and buried it in his arms. The peach blossom was slightly drunk. He raised his hand and gestured to Xi Niang, indicating that she was taking things. Walk, pointed fingers, gently put on the white fur of the little fox.

Today, this little fox is about to become a woman of Feng Lingran.

The slave's fingers trembled a little and wanted to pinch, but he held back.

For a moment, he had an urge to tell Xiao Yu that he was not a woman. He was a man, a real man.

The slaves were in turmoil. After a while, after all, they did not say anything. What was he thinking about? Xiao Yu will marry Feng Lingran today. If he reveals his identity as a man, Feng Ling will certainly not be able to accommodate him. After that, he will not want to be with Xiao Yu.

He is not afraid of Feng Lingran, but he is afraid that there will be Feng Lingran in Xiao Xin’s heart.

When the little fox's head left the slave's arms, his peach blossoms came out of the color of nostalgia, and when the little fox looked at him through the bronze mirror, his eyes caught all his looks.

Xi Niang wore a small kimono for the little fox, and brought a small phoenix crown. The brown eyes were strange and the face was a little smile.

"Miss, you are so beautiful, even the married lady who is married can't compare with your fox..."

Realizing that he had made a mistake, Xi Niang’s face turned pale, and she couldn’t stop shaking. She was afraid of slavery and anger, and extended her long nails, grabbed her neck and closed her life. .

The slave is angry, how can this ignorant woman compare those stewards with his young lady? When his fingers had not moved, he was pushed down by the claws of the little fox meat. The warm little claws, the soft touch, the slave's fingers tremble, and the anger in his heart disappeared inexplicably.

Ten miles of red makeup, gongs and drums, the luxurious royal welcome team took the little fox into the wedding car.

The sedan chair stopped until the door of the little fox, and everyone avoided it. The slave babies and the little fox entered the sedan chair without knowing it. Yes, he sat in the sedan chair and was dressed in a sling. In the arms, the little fox in the costume is holding a hijab embroidered with gold phoenix.

When Xi Niang came out of the room, her face was filled with a festive smile. How could she feel a little tremble in the room?

"The bride has already got on the sedan chair and got off the sedan."

In this way, the welcoming family team carried the slaves and the little fox on the way to the imperial city, Feng Ling was married, the shot is bound to be extraordinary, I do not know how many unmarried girls? I don't know how many girls who love the Regent King are insulted?

The little fox is a bit strange. The slave will be on the sedan chair. It smashes the face of the slavish child. His expression is calm, but his peach blossom is unwilling. Is it the arrangement of Feng Lingran?

Presumably, if it is not the arrangement of the phoenix, the slaves will never be able to sit on the top of the eight-shoulder.

However, the slave child sat on this sedan chair, which is equivalent to marrying Feng Lingran. Is it that Feng Ling has smashed it while smashing the slave?

The slave who had never spoken, finally spoke.

"Miss, you are assured, slavery is yours, death is your ghost, no one but you, don't want to touch the slave."

The words of the slaves surprised the little fox, and looked at the slaves with a firm look. The little fox suddenly had the feeling that a slave would marry it.

"Miss, the slave wants to be with you."

The slaves coveted it, and the peach blossoms were gentle, and the words were true.

Fengjiao has been entering the palace. Today is the day when Feng Lingran boarded the new emperor. The Wenwu Baiguan is all on the high platform of the throne ceremony. Feng Lingran has a black robes and wears nine cymbals on his head. Come with you.

"Hey..." Slave, you are holding me out like this, my little fox's identity, aren't they all known?

In the sedan, when the slave babies want to go out with the little fox, the little fox in his arms is nervous and uneasy.

The slave saw the uneasiness in the little fox, and said with relief: "Do not worry, Feng Ling is all arranged, there will be nothing."

The slave boy took the little fox out of the wedding car. When he came out, the little fox finally knew why Feng Ling was not worried about the identity of the little fox, because...