Reborn, after dressing up as a vicious female supporting character

The General's Mansion has been extremely busy these days, marrying two daughters at the same time, and both marrying the prince as princess, which is definitely a beautiful thing in the eyes of outsiders.

The housekeeper took people to Xubai Xiaozhu early in the morning.

"Hang up the lanterns... This row of fences needs to be removed. In addition, begonia flowers need to be planted here... The eldest lady likes begonia flowers..."

"Noisy!"

The door was kicked open.

Song Lianhe appeared with a dark face, and a pair of gloomy beautiful eyes swept over the faces of the servants in the courtyard.

Everyone in the house knew her temper. Even the general couldn't control the master when he went crazy. They all hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other.

The housekeeper stepped forward at this time, "Second Miss, I am responsible for all wedding matters under the order of the master and his wife. This Xubai Xiaozhu..."

Song Lianhe: "Get lost."

"Second Miss! This is the wedding between you and His Highness King Ling..."

"Xuanmei."

call out.

A dark figure suddenly jumped from a high place and landed in front of the housekeeper.

The housekeeper stepped back in fright: "You...you, you, you again..."

The General's Mansion is an unusual mansion. Song Xingfeng's close bodyguards are all masters. They already knew about Xuan Mei on the first day he appeared. It was either that he didn't want to take care of it or that he really couldn't defeat it. Later, he asked Song Xingfeng for instructions and learned that Song Lianhe's bodyguard was Song Xingfeng. No matter how dissatisfied you are, you just turn a blind eye.

Xuanmei was too lazy to care. She unsheathed her long sword and pressed the blade against the butler's neck. The butler's face suddenly turned pale, "Second Miss... I will truthfully report to the master and madam..."

Xuanmei was very straightforward and sent him to the hospital directly.

He turned around, put away his sword, and came to Song Lianhe, "I heard that the wedding date has been brought forward."

Song Lianhe stroked his eyebrows. She had guessed the speed in the house, but there was no news at all from Zhou Cangyan.

Can he do it?

Song Lianhe had no time to delay. After a simple breakfast, he was going to take the people out.

"Where to go?"

Song Xingfeng and Liu stood at the door of the small courtyard.

Song Lianhe said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Go out for a walk."

"We are all about to get married. How would it be inappropriate to run outside in the face of the sky? From today on, you will stay in the boudoir and sew the wedding dress with your sister."

In Dacheng, it is tradition for a woman to wear a wedding dress sewn by herself when she gets married.

But there are also people who are not good at female celebrities, so it is understandable to ask someone to do it for them.

Song Xilan's embroidery was personally taught by a famous master invited by the Liu family from Jiangnan. The original article mentioned that her embroidery was praised even by the Queen Mother. On the day of her wedding to King Ling, her wedding dress caused a sensation in Ling'an City as soon as it appeared, and thereafter attracted women in the city to imitate her.

Song Lianhe knew that she was good at female celebrities, so he scorned female celebrities and was unwilling to touch her, as if Song Xilan only liked lowly things!

Therefore, even though Mrs. Liu knew that Song Lianhe was not good at embroidery, she still proposed to follow the ancestral rules and let her two daughters embroider the wedding clothes themselves. She just wanted to use Song Lianhe to highlight her daughter's shrewdness, ability, and intelligence.

Mrs. Liu smiled, waved her fan and persuaded softly: "Sir, if Lian He doesn't like it, I'll let Lan'er do it for me. It's just a matter of extra effort. As long as we can keep the face of our general's palace, that's fine. No. It’s in the way.”

Song Xingfeng had a dark face and looked down upon Song Lianhe. "If you work half as hard as your sister on weekdays, you won't be unable to make a wedding dress today!"

The disgust in his tone made Song Lianhe frown, "Putting aside whether my father has raised two daughters so far, it is to save some money for the nun. When did I say that I wanted to marry King Ling?"

Song Xingfeng scolded: "It's not your turn to make the decision in this matter!"

"Okay, then you are married."

"Evil! You say such things?!"

"You have done everything you can, so what if I say something?"

Seeing that the father and daughter were about to choke again, Mrs. Liu was busy trying to persuade her, but Song Lianhe glanced back at her with a cold face: "My father and I are talking here, when will it be your aunt's turn to interrupt!"

Mrs. Liu had been hating her so much since she broke up with her last time. She turned around and complained to Song Xingfeng, crying: "My husband has seen it, right? How can I have a foothold in this family?" "