The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

The people outside the courtyard were sent by Mo Wu.

All of them were dressed in the uniform costumes of southern Xinjiang, holding different utensils and tools in their hands, which looked very strange from a distance.

Wei Rou glanced out of the courtyard through the window, and when she saw those people, the corners of her mouth curled up, showing a bit of awe.

At this time, a hand reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and closed the window again.

"It's windy outside."

With just one word, Gu Xi carried him into the room and waited there.

Wei Rou couldn't laugh or cry when she saw his behavior, there was no wind outside, okay, so there is no need to be so cautious.

Not long after, Mo Wu came in person.

"Rou'er, I'll order someone to come over and make up for you."

When she said this, she took a special look at Gu Xi who was standing by Wei Rou's side every step of the way.

Gu Xi's eyes were glued to Wei Rou's body, and he didn't give her any attention at all.

Mo Wu felt that there was nothing good about this cold-faced man, and she didn't know why Wei Rou liked him so much, even if she risked her life, it would be his life.

Wei Rou replied after hearing the words: "Don't bother, just go like this."

Mo Wu shook her head.

"That can't be done. You are going to participate in the succession ceremony of the saint. People from all over southern Xinjiang will come. It would be too shabby to dress like this. This is the new clothes I specially ordered to be made according to your figure. I believe you Will love it."

As she spoke, Mo Wu clapped her hands, several maidservants filed in, and two of them held a ball of white gauze respectfully in their hands.

Then a few people unfolded the mass of heavy white gauze, and underneath was a set of plain but noble dress. Although no gold or silver thread was used, it could be seen that the stitches were all made by hand. The lines are extremely obvious, linking together little by little, like a mysterious picture scroll.

Wei Rou's eyes narrowed slightly.

Mo Wu still had a smile on her face.

"Try it, the weavers have spent several nights rushing to make it, I believe you will like it."

Wei Rou looked back calmly: "Okay."

The warmth on the side moved his lips when he heard the words, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Mo Wu was obviously happier with Wei Rou's response, and ordered someone to wait for Wei Rou to change her clothes.

Wei Rou winks at Wen Qing.

"Let my maidservant come, I don't like others."

Mo Wu said hello, and called people out.

So Wei Rou and Wen Qing went behind the screen to change clothes.

This skirt is really cumbersome, and it took a lot of time just to put it on.

Before that, she looked at Wei Rou with tenderness and hesitation.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this dress."

Her gut told her she'd better not wear it.

Wei Rou just smiled faintly, stretched out her hand to take it, stroked the top foot, felt the touch of the palm, the expression on her face was so calm that there was no wave, and she couldn't see what emotion it was.

"No problem. Put it on for me."

Wu Jiang also came over at this time, and waited for Wei Rou to change her clothes together with Wen Qing.

As for Gu Xi, when Wei Rou turned to the back of the screen, he went outside the house, like a tall tower that could not fall down.

Mo Wu, who was standing in the courtyard, looked back at the cold man, and clicked his tongue.

When Wei Rou changed her clothes and came out, everyone's eyes turned.

I saw a beautiful woman as bright as a white cloud coming out of the room slowly, her eyebrows were like distant daisy, her eyes were like autumn waves, her slender waist was outlined in a plain white skirt, and there was a complicated southern Xinjiang pattern below, with A little flamboyant and chic, the long pendulum drags the ground, which makes people lose their minds.