Chapter 447 Beauty Furong 3

On the same day, Emperor Yuanchun sent Eunuch Chang to bring to Song Zhao the court dress and headgear worn by the Princess Yipin, and packed ten boxes in golden nanmu boxes.

That night.

After Bell waited for Song Zhao to wash up, he closed the door and went to rest.

Song Zhao was wearing pajamas, sitting in front of the dowry and combing his blue hair in front of the mirror.

On the make-up dowry is an exquisite and luxurious golden hair crown with tassels, and on the screen beside it is the ironed Yipin Princess court dress.

These are all ready to be worn at the banquet tomorrow.

Song Zhao stroked his smooth sandalwood hair, and for some reason, he suddenly coiled it up again, quickly forming a hanging cloud.

She wears a golden hair crown with tassels on the cloud temples. The main body is surrounded by jasper, with a cluster of flower branches extending on the left and right, and four tassels hanging down.

Turning her face left and right, the tassel pendant swayed gently, very pretty.

Song Zhao pursed his red lips, got up and took off the imperial dress of the princess, and put it on carefully.

Then he lit a glazed lamp and sneaked out of the room.

The moonlight is just right tonight, and the sky is full of stars.

Song Zhao turned on the light and walked down the veranda, and the place he went to was the Zhaxing Building.

Si Yu will also be attending the banquet tomorrow, and for convenience, he will stay here tonight.

The west window stretches open a starry sky.

Si Yu, who has just started his nightlife, is facing the window and is seriously dealing with military affairs.

The girl's sweet fragrance came in a whirlwind, and the man raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at the lavishly dressed little girl, "Princess Zhaoyang isn't resting so late?"

Song Zhao came in stepping on gold-woven shoes, folded his hands in front of him, frowned and said, "The title is for outsiders, why are you so polite?"

Si Yu put down the Chinese account in his hand, and walked up to Song Zhao, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and said casually, "The little princess who called you the governor, can you agree?"

Song Zhao blinked, his fair cheeks were flushed with blood, and his face was rosy.

She swallowed her throat and asked instead of answering, "What do you think of me dressing up like this?"

The imperial dress of the princess is complicated and grand, and ordinary women cannot suppress this aura.

However, when worn on Song Zhao's body, they complement each other inexplicably.

The dark black wide-sleeved top is embroidered with five Zhai Lingyun patterns. The patterns on the gauze are woven with dark gold threads. On each Zhai Feng feather are small and round rose crystals and tiger eye stones. The broken beads and tassels are like starlight. Glittering, radiant like flowing clouds, exuding a fanciful royal nobility.

Willow eyebrow cage emerald mist, sandalwood point cinnabar

Fold the slender waist and take small steps, showing bright wrists in the light gauze.

The collision of innocence and nobility makes people want to collect priceless treasures for a lifetime.

Si Yu leaned over to look directly at her, with deep peach eyes, and murmured softly, "The flowers on the temples of the clouds are golden, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night."

He paused, blew into her ear, and said with an unscrupulous smile, "So the little princess came late at night because she wanted to have a spring night with my brother?"

"..."

Song Zhaocai didn't have such thoughts.

She just... wants Mr. Quan Chen to be the first to see her dressed up as the princess.

However, this kind of girl's pink thoughts made it hard for her to express.

As soon as he was shy, sweat came out of his palms.

She turned her face slightly, ignoring the sound of her heart beating like a drum, and raised her chin and said crisply, "I'm the princess now, Tianjia Erlang can raise a lot of faces as I choose, I don't need to take the initiative Upside down?"

There are rules in the Dasheng Dynasty.

A woman with a royal title can be upright and upright.

Speaking of which, Song Zhao was still a little hesitant.

Is she really going to give up her entire forest for the sake of the powerful minister?

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at her quietly.

Song Zhaoduan sat on the Luohan couch, with complicated skirts spread out under his feet, layer upon layer like clouds and mist.

And the expression on her face was proud and frivolous, like a canary that had been kept in his palm all this time, and she wanted to soar into the sky.

"You still want to raise a noodle head?" He leaned back on the bookcase behind him, with his legs open, tilting his head and staring at her fiercely, "Okay, go and try raising one."

Si Yu's expression and tone were quite casual, but Song Zhao's hairs stood on end when he heard it.

I have a little bit of Calvin today, wait for me to stroke, I have been waiting for a long time, baby.