Women's procrastination can't be said

The whole body of the dress is red, with white patterns embroidered on it, just common cloud patterns, all of which are extremely beautiful and extremely noble.The skirt fell to the ground, and there was a clean white fluff hanging from the bottom. As the girl walked, it was extremely soft and rubbed against the ground, like a cat's paws making a fuss.

The collar was the most exquisite and gorgeous, with a high red collar and white feathers as companions, gently rubbing against the girl's delicate cheeks.The tight-fitting style outlines the girl's graceful figure, and her waist looks slender and powerful.

The girl's body is small and soft, so it is difficult to hold up a long skirt that drags the floor, but Song Yuyan has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and has fought on the battlefield for many years. Naturally, her figure is not bad, adding a bit of enchantment. complement each other.

With its glamorous beauty, Song Yuyan can make many people lose their legs and give their hearts away with just one look.

With a slightly red face, Song Yuyan walked out in such a timid way, the red dress seemed very uncomfortable.

"That's right." Song Qingwu spoke first, with a rare look of laziness in his eyes, and he leaned gently on the seat, as if enjoying the pleasure brought by the beauty.

He Zixia and Song Yanjun had been staring blankly for a long time. They didn't expect Song Yuyan to dress up with a special flavor. The noble and glamorous temperament was exactly the same as the empress, but the empress was a little more cold, and Song Yuyan was a little more enchanting.

Song Yuyan slowly found a place to sit down, not only this outfit, but she was not even used to the shoes on her feet!The slightly raised heel has improved her stature, but she has always walked casually in military shoes all year round. Wearing this kind of shoes, she can't walk too much, or she will fall to the ground!

"Is it hard? Why don't you take off your shoes first?" Song Yanjun's eyes were filled with amazement, and his voice softened a little.

"Uh..." Song Yuyan actually wanted to do this, but taking off her shoes in front of three opposite sexes is not only indecent, but also shameful...

While the two were talking, Song Qingwu supported his chin with his right hand, tilted his head slightly, his eyes slanted slightly, looked out through the half-opened car window, and pursed his thin lips tightly.

Seeing her slightly embarrassed look, Song Yanjun and He Zixia felt a flash in their hearts, and they tilted their heads in unison.

The three of them seemed to avoid their eyes on purpose, Song Yuyan gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt, and took off her shoes and socks in one go, revealing a pair of little feet.Song Yuyan looked at the thin layer of calluses on her knuckles. Years of fighting had made her feet not as delicate as others', and the calluses formed by grinding were not ugly on her feet.Stretching out her hand to gently touch the cocoon, Song Yuyan sighed softly. After all, girls still love beauty, and she was still a little sad.

Putting the shoes and socks aside, Song Yuyan put down the raised skirt to cover her bare feet, and sat up straight.

But straight into a pair of indifferent dark green eyes.

Song Qingwu didn't know when he turned his head, and he didn't know how long he had been watching her fiddle with his feet.

The long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, but they couldn't cover up the original blackness.Song Qingwu looked at Song Yuyan seriously and tiredly.

Her heart skipped a beat, Song Yuyan's breathing became more rapid, and a rush of heat rushed straight to her forehead. She knew that her face must be very red.

Although shy, Song Yuyan felt that Song Qingwu's behavior was inappropriate, so she gave him a hard look.Song Qingwu frowned, glanced at her feet again, and continued to look at the scenery.

Of course!

Song Yuyan was extremely angry and shy.

Guessing that Song Yuyan had already taken care of it, Song Yanjun and He Zixia turned their heads, and they both looked at Song Yuyan's red face in puzzlement.

Song Qingwu looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

A strange atmosphere filled the car.

The carriage went straight to the entrance of the main hall, and stopped firmly in front of the long and high stairs.

He Zixia went down first, followed by Song Yanjun and Song Qingwu.There were three steady landing sounds, and Song Yuyan put on her shoes and socks with a blushing face before opening the curtain and going out.

Song Yuyan stood on the carriage, looking at the bodyguard lying in front of the carriage with a little embarrassment.Gritting her teeth, Song Yuyan turned to the other side, not intending to step on this human ladder.

Stretching out three hands at the same time, Song Yuyan looked at the three young men with different temperaments under the car in astonishment.Thoughts flashed quickly, Song Yuyan still held Song Yanjun's hand, and jumped down with absent-minded eyes.

hiss...

Still sprained his foot.

Song Yuyan has a strong ability to endure pain, and she stood firm without changing her face. Song Yanjun and He Zixia didn't notice her abnormality.Only Song Qingwu put down his hand silently, looking thoughtfully at Song Yuyan's slightly weird movements.

After getting off the carriage, Song Yuyan noticed that there were quite a few carriages behind their carriage.The major city lords came down one after another, as well as some dignitaries.

Song Feng came all the way, nodded slightly to Song Qingwu, then went up the steps and entered the hall.A few people originally wanted to go directly to the hall, but they had no choice but to stand where they were when people came to say hello to them, so they could only return politely.

A middle-aged man in low-key clothes came over, followed by an old man with gray hair. The two of them were not young, but they were not old-fashioned. Their steps were steady and high-spirited.

The middle-aged man is the head of the Luo family, Luo Feng.And beside him is the former head of the family, his father, Luonan who personally made the "Lingfeng" for Song Yuyan.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness the First Prince, and the Sixth Prince." Luo Feng and Luo Nan did not salute too much, and nodded slightly like Song Feng.

His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince refers to He Zixia, which is what people in the Song Dynasty call him.

"Uncle Luo, Luo Zuzu." Song Qingwu nodded slightly, but called out politely.

Luo Nan looked at the beautiful and beautiful Song Yuyan who had grown up with a smile, and was miraculously satisfied. He laughed: "I really surprised the old man. That little girl grew up so big back then. She is so beautiful. What, it is similar to Qingwu." No progress?"

"Luo Zuzu..." Song Yuyan's face turned red all of a sudden, really, this old man, which pot can't be opened and which pot can't be lifted!

Song Yanjun and He Zixia froze in place, not knowing why, but Song Yanjun, who was Song Yuyan's official fiancé, was in the most complicated mood.

In fact, he knew what Song Yuyan was thinking.

After joking a few words, Luo Nan felt that he was ten years younger in an instant, and happily entered the hall.

Luo Feng chuckled lightly, nodded and said: "My father's temper is just like that. His Highness and Ms. Song don't need to take it seriously."

"Never." Song Qingwu shook his head, his tone neither salty nor weak.

"Hehe, Ms. Song is really young and promising. She has achieved such an achievement in fifteen years. Today is the big day for Ms. Song and Your Highness. I am older than you, but I am far behind you. It is really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead. "Luo Feng's expression was sincere.

Song Yuyan was stunned, what is "the day of great joy"?Did she and Song Qingwu have a happy event today, or did she and Song Qingwu share a happy event?