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The woman on the picture, a gorgeous palace dress, layered underneath, more slender and slender, looking to the face, facial features, facial beauty, age of twenty, water swaying, charming color, half Leaning on a couch, the peach blossoms are colorful, falling from the tree, dotted with her beauty.

"Girl look, but she?" Wen Xueyan reached out and pointed to the beauty in the peach forest, asked.

The woman looked left and looked at it. It seemed that she couldn’t make up her mind. She looked up and saw the beautiful peach eyes. She was looking at herself with concentration. She suddenly jumped and hurriedly bowed her head. It was quite a bit flustered: Very...much like, but, but it doesn't seem to be... one...the same."

Look carefully, and don't know where it is different. I have to point to the humanity above: "She is older."

Ning Ziying left Jiangnan at the age of thirteen. In her memory, she is still a young man who has not grown up. How can she be as beautiful as the beauty in the painting, only at the first glance, I feel like, but If you look at it carefully, you still feel different. At first glance, you know that this is two people.

However, when I look at it, I feel like it.

"In fact, I am not very familiar with her family, but she still has a brother in her family, but she has not seen it."

Ning Xueyan did not know that Wen Xueran actually took a picture to find Ning Ziying. She only felt subconsciously that Wen Xueran was not as harmless as the surface, and that his romantic and affectionate personality was not appreciated by Ning Xueyan. Simply she did not have anything to do with him, no matter what the purpose of Wen Xueran, it has nothing to do with her.

From the tea pot, Ning Xueyan entered the opposite satin shop. There are a lot of guests inside, and the materials are also good. Here are two layers. When the guy looks at the wearing of Ning Xueyan, he knows that he has come to Miss. Come right now, smiled and pointed at the above: "Girl, we have some better materials on it, do girls want to go up and see?"

Ning Xueyan nodded, she really wants to choose a good one today, always squatting again and again, this mood is impermanent, Ning Xueyan really can't guess, no matter what reason for him It is not a big deal to let him prepare his robes early. Prepare for it.

As for whether it is more than a few pieces, only pushing his own craft is not good, the movement is slow, anyway, he said, let her do it by hand, her past life, her craft is not very good, but the most basic is good.

The material of the Mingshuangyuan is not too good. It is also necessary to pick one here. Otherwise, with his picky temperament, it is really not a slap in the face.

Followed by the back of the buddy, the guests upstairs are not small, the above material is really much better than the following, Ning Xueyan looks at an ink-colored black cloth, this material is good in light, wear The body is also comfortable, this color is often light, and the ink is really less visible.

I always like to wear ink, Ning Xueyan thinks this color, he is more suitable.

“Is there any gray mystery cloth?” I took a look at the black-colored black cloth. Ning Xueyan looked at the other cloth on the side and asked the folks inside.

"Gray... It doesn't seem to be, girl, this kind of cloth, generally does not dye so dark colors, afraid that the cloth is not soft and so." The man is in a difficult way.

"Is there any light gray?" Ning Xueyan took the material and looked at it. This material is really good. If you wear a home robes, maybe you don't want to be heavy. The person who wears it is always so thick. The color of the ink gives a cold, blunt feeling, and maybe a lighter one is also suitable.

Always home clothes, not so blunt.

"Girl, wait a moment, small to see." The buddy saw that Ning Xueyan was also a real sincerity, and he smiled and said.

Ning Xueyan nodded and looked at the other cloths at hand.

After a while, the guy came back, laughing and quite apologetic to the Ning Xue flue: "Girl, you want one, but don't know if it is the kind of girl, do you want the girl to go to the warehouse Let's take a look, if not, the little ones don't have to turn the material out from underneath."

"Going to the warehouse, that's it!" Ning Xueyan frowned.

"The girl is relieved, the Treasury is here, and it’s time to go inside. If the girl looks good, the little one will let people turn it out." The man suddenly saw the hesitation of Ning Xueyan and set up a warm road. Speaking, he also pointed to a short passage behind him, only then he came out from here.

Looking over from here, you can also see that there is a door in the passage. It seems that it is not far away.

Seeing the buddies so enthusiastic, think about the time can not spend much, Ning Xueyan finally nodded, followed by the guy, walked into the channel, the guy pushed the door open, Lan Ning walked in the first, Ning Xueyan followed .

Lan Ning in front suddenly fell to the side, still not reflected in Ning Xueyan, the door suddenly closed silently.

It is indeed a warehouse, a layer of fabric, stacked together, from the bottom to the top of the head, you can see that there is enough inventory at a glance, but what about this guard? Lan Ning fell softly in the hands of the guards, people do not know.

"How is she?" Ning Xueyan glared at the sudden emergence of the guardian anger, the person in front of her, she really knows, is not the squatting guardian around him!

So although angry, the strings that are tight in my heart are loose.

"Five girls, she is fine, she fainted, please, Wang Ye is waiting for you inside." Yu said with a smile, as if he did not see the anger in Ning Xueyan's eyes, reaching out and pointing his finger at the door of the inner room. A pair of all-in-one for her.

Ning Xueyan is speechless, what kind of master is there, and what kind of guards there are.

Look at Lan Ning, although fainting, but did not hurt somewhere, breathing is also very natural, know that she is really okay, bite the lip, go inside, do not know which one is out of trouble.

The door of the inner room was half open, and there was a small window in the top. The light sprinkled in from the window, and it was light. The person who always likes to wear the robes of ink is actually wearing a purple. The robes, an ink-like black hair with a purple crown, raised his face, narrow eyes and pick up the eyebrows.

Because of this gorgeous purple robe, there are some ordinary cold and cold feelings, and the unparalleled face is difficult to describe. It is even more enchanting.

He is very interested in the material in his opponent. He heard Ning Xueyan coming over and reached out and asked: "Let's see, how is this material?"

Ning Xueyan used to see the red woven satin in his hand more and more speechless. When did the arrogant prince, and this hobby, did not like the ink color, it would be, and also liked this red color. And even a stroke on the body.

Lifting the eyes of evil spirits, lazily pointing at the material in his hand and asking Ning Xueyan: "How does this king wear such a color?"

"Wang Ye, what color to wear, are very good-looking." Ning Xueyan did not know what he meant, and slammed the water, carefully replied.

When is this independent prince, he will care about the eyes of others.

The eyes of the sly flashed a glimmer of color, apparently very satisfied with the words of Ning Xueyan. The material in the handle was pushed into the arms of Ningxue, and the cold eyes of the ink made the Ning Xueyan see a few minutes. The enchanting singer: "Do a robes for the king."

"Wang Ye wants to wear a red robe?" Ning Xueyan was dumb, looked up and down, and his mouth was pumping. It was very inexplicable.

"How? This king can't wear a red robe?" Seeing Ning Xueyan looked at him with such a suspicious look. His face was cold, and he looked at Ning Xueyan, the coldness in the twilight. Evil cold is expressing his dissatisfaction.

"How come, Wang Ye can naturally wear, Wang Ye wears a big red, it should be very good." Ning Xueyan immediately put the look on his face, a serious way, now looks very interested, she does not Willing to provoke him.

"Well, do two pieces, one for you, one for the king." Ning Xueyan's attitude pleased, the coldness in his eyes retreated, nodded with satisfaction, and pulled a piece of cloth on the side. Come over, hand Ning Xueyan, two cloths, whether it is color or material, are exactly the same.

Ning Xueyan took the hand out of his consciousness and licked his eyes and blinked.

"Why, don't want to wear the same clothes as the king!" The prince, really, said that changing his face will change his face, which will turn cloudy and cloudy at the moment, and the chill of the ice will be so cold, so cold. Looking at Ning Xueyan, as if Ning Xueyan dared to say a "Yes" word, the fire was all on Ning Xueyan, watching his yin and revealing the teeth of Sensen.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down quietly, Ning Xueyan woke up from the **** of sorrow, quite funny looked at the material in his hand, and looked at the threat of a face: "Wang, I want you to do it for you." Can you be married to a loved one?"

"Yes!"

"Wang Ye, you have to worry about it, this kind of thing, the palace will give you a custom, you are the King of the King, isn't it still not to wear it? When the time comes, the court will send a pair of costumes, Wang Yehe Wang Hao’s happy clothes will be there, and Wang’s eagerness is.”

Ning Xueyan raised his head quite funny, and his face showed a pleasing expression. It seems that this prince, really want to be anxious to get married, this will be ready for himself.

"This king doesn't like what he does in the palace. The king wants you to do it. Are you not too busy? Do your best, and some other things. When the king comes over, he always has to make more clothes. It is only for the king to wear." 敖宸奕 impatient, the lips of the hook reveal a hint of evil charm, the heart of the person is cold.

Is this looking unhappy?

Ning Xueyan is speechless, and the water falls on him. It is still a cold scorpion. The beautiful face of Zhang Junmei is full of people's face. It is enough to make people feel embarrassed. However, under his cold momentum, others dare not look up. His face, this one is really moody and unpredictable.

It’s a headache and a forehead: "Wang, your clothes are the same as the ones you are."

Wang Ye, Wang Hao’s wedding service is of course a set. If she enters the government as a side, she will not even have the chance to form a formal relationship with the worship hall. Of course, it is impossible to wear the same style as Zheng Zheng. In any case, it is not appropriate to be as good as your own.