The system begs me to exploit the male protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Mrs. Joan helped her reading glasses, took out a tape measure, and tightly drew out Adelaide's bust, body length, waist circumference, trouser length, neckline and many other data.

In the end, Mrs. Joan filled almost every column on the data sheet except the bottom one.

She handed the tape measure to Adelaide and pointed to the fitting room: "There is still one crotch data missing, you can measure it yourself and give it to me."

Mrs. Joan's gaze was devoid of emotion, which would not embarrass anyone, "Do you know how to measure it? Do you want someone to teach you?"

Adelaide's eyes moved: "Did Tang teach me?"

Tang Yanfeng: "...Get lost."

Mrs. Joan denied: "Of course not, I will show you a detailed diagram..."

Adelaide chuckled: "No, I will."

Tang Yanfeng: "?"

What's wrong with this man?Is Kouhi engraved into DNA?

Adelaide stepped into the fitting room unhurriedly, came out unhurriedly after a while, and told Mrs. Joan a piece of information.

Mrs. Joan's sharp eyes shot out from under the reading glasses: "Young man, this kind of data must be true, and there is no need to lie."

Adelaide: "?"

He was a little puzzled: "I didn't lie."

Mrs. Joan: "I know that boys of your age are very self-respecting, but this is the data for making clothes, it is not necessary."

Adelaide finally understood Mrs. Joan's meaning, and her face was very helpless.

Tang Yanfeng leaned over to take a look at the data, and looked at Adelaide with strange eyes: "It's really not necessary."

Adelaide was almost not laughed out of anger: "I really don't need to lie, that's my real data."

He looked at the mechanic who seemed to have nothing to do with him, and changed the topic, "If you don't believe it, just let Tang see if it's okay."

Mrs. Joan: "It's not necessary..."

Unexpectedly, Tang actually agreed: "Okay, let's go to the fitting room."

Madam Qiong looked at the backs of the two of them entering the fitting room together, and pushed the reading glasses again: "..."

Weird desire to win.

In the fitting room, there was first a rustle of fabrics rubbing against each other, and then a low voice of conversation:

"Okay...no need..."

"you……"

"No!...Go away..."

"You... also give me..."

The conversation ended, and then there was a noisy body collision, which seemed to be a fight.

After a while, Madam Qiong put down the pen and paper, and said leisurely, "Okay, gentlemen, come out and have a look at the design drawings."

It seemed that she just realized that there was Mrs. Qiong outside, the voice in the fitting room stopped suddenly, and after a while, the two came out one after another.

Adelaide didn't seem to have changed, still smiling, but there was a fist mark on his face; Tang Yanfeng's breathing was a little short, his hair seemed to have been scratched just now, and there were a few wrinkles in the tight-fitting dress just now.

Mrs. Joan glanced at them, her expression remained unchanged, but her tone was a little playful: "Is the temperature in the fitting room too high, Your Highness?"

Tang Yanfeng looked away: "It's okay."

"I thought the fireplace was too hot," Mrs. Joan said slowly, "otherwise, why are you so red?"

Tang Yanfeng's face turned even redder: "Madam Qiong!"

"Okay, okay, Your Highness, your age is normal. If the data is true, I will support you very much." Mrs. Qiong's voice remained unchanged, as if she was facing a very ordinary thing. But gratuitously is embarrassing.

Adelaide hits the nail on the head: "Of course the data is real,"

He also looked into the mechanic's eyes, as if seeking approval, "Right? Don."

Tang Yanfeng's expression looked like he wanted to leave here.

Mrs. Joan pushed two design drawings over, changed a few details according to their ideas, and sat in front of the sewing machine with the design drawings.

A professional tailor makes clothes very aesthetically pleasing.

Mrs. Joan tightened her cuffs and skirt, lowered her head slightly, and sewed the fabric steadily with her thin fingers.

All the design styles seemed to be familiar to her by heart, there was no need to look at the drawings, and her movements did not stop at all.

The mechanical sound of the foot stepping on the sewing machine, the sound of the needle point passing through the fabric, the sound of the clothes rubbing against the table...everything is full of rhythm, like a symphony movement.

She didn't keep the two of them waiting too long, and the ready-made clothes came out at an astonishing speed.

Adelaide touched the delicate stitches and sighed: "You are amazing."

Mrs. Qiong snorted softly, and the arc of her chin was very similar to Tang Yanfeng's: "Everyone who knows me knows that I am Alexia's best tailor."

Although Tang Yanfeng said that there are still clothes to wear, Mrs. Qiong absolutely does not allow her little Highness to wear the clothes, "When you have worn a piece of clothing in public, it must not be worn a second time. It's the code of high society."

Tang Yanfeng: "But there are many that have not been penetrated..."

Mrs. Joan raised her voice: "Forget about your outdated old clothes!!"

Tang Yanfeng: "...just as long as you're happy." Those were also made by you, and it hasn't been long...

Tang Yanfeng and Adelaide's dresses are two completely different designs. The main color of Tang Yanfeng's dress is white gold, and the clothes are mainly gorgeous and beautiful, which outlines the perfect body curve of the owner. The short cloak he wore turned into a long cloak.

The cuffs and neckline are embellished with exquisite thorn flower embroidery and gilt tassels. The cloak flutters and the tassels swing when the high-heeled boots are walking, and the noble atmosphere belonging to the royal family blows across your face;

The main color of Adelaide's dress is black and silver, which is more restrained.His gown lacked a long cape, but had an irregular paneled hem extended with silver chains, and a high collar half-hidden his pale jaw.

A belt with a leather metal buckle is tied around the waist, and it is matched with a pair of black leather gloves. The cuffs, neckline and hem are all designed with silver dark patterns, and the dark patterns float between movements, which is quite in line with my temperament.

The two came out after changing their clothes. They were obviously in two different styles, but because of the small details designed by the same maker, they seemed particularly harmonious, especially... matching.

I have to say, it looks like the king and his closest minister on the right.

In particular, Adelaide often has a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, and his taste of coveting the people around him is even stronger.

Both were satisfied with the dresses, but Adelaide kept looking down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tang Yanfeng asked him: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing," Adelaide said with an innocent face, "I was just thinking, you still seem to be not taller than me with heels on."

Mrs. Joan turned her head away: ... I'm sorry, Your Highness, I did my best.

In all fairness, Tang Yanfeng is not short, but there is a gap between him and Adelaide.

Tang Yanfeng raised his heel shoe, stepped on another person's shoe, and twisted it hard: "Some people are more likable if they don't talk."

"Really?" Adelaide could bear the pain and was still hilarious, "Then can you like me more?"

"roll!"

The sound of the tailor's shop startled a falcon bird on the central street, it flapped its wings, and flew over the rushing crowd of people because of the upcoming banquet, and flew towards the royal city.

The guard in Wangcheng is even stricter, but even the strictest knight will not stop a beautiful little falcon.

This is a red-legged falcon with a clear goal. It ran straight to a slightly remote and elegant room, and was gently picked up by the curly-haired woman who was reading by the window.

She was wearing a veil, a white and soft silk dress, and many religious accessories, and she was full of holiness.

The woman smiled and talked to Xiao Falcon: "No news today? Are you here to eat and drink again?"

The red-legged little falcon doesn't understand, and the little falcon only knows how to beg for food.

The woman took out bird snacks for it and was slowly feeding it when there was a knock on the door.

She let the little falcon fly, without opening the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The servant outside the house said respectfully: "Your Highness Peach Saintess, the Queen has called you over."

"I see," said the saint, "I'm going right away."

After passing through the corridors and stepping up the high stairs, the saint came to the throne.

Without looking up, she saluted first.

The queen condescendingly said with a tired voice: "There is no need to be too polite, just sit down."

The saint knew immediately that this was the real Faldusa.

The throne has always been narrow, which means that only one person can sleep soundly on the throne.

But at this moment, a long sheet was placed beside the throne. The queen did not sit in the center of the throne, but leaned lazily on the sheet.

The saint sat over, gently placed the Queen's head on her lap as before, and gently massaged her temples, gradually relaxing the Queen's frowning brows.

All the attendants in the palace know that the most popular person around the queen recently is the saint.

The queen didn't know when she had a headache, and there was no cure for it, but it got better when there was a saint by her side.

People say that because the Holy Maiden has abundant light attributes, this comforts the Queen.

But the Holy Maiden knew it was more than that.

Because she accidentally discovered a secret of the queen—there is a devil living in the queen's body.

The real queen is somewhat arrogant, but friendly and lovely, likes to be close to people, and is always considerate of others; but the devil occupies most of the queen's time, and whenever the devil uses her body, the queen will become arrogant, arrogant, and become Domineering and domineering.

The devil made the queen take the throne, and the devil made the queen alone.

The saint stroked the queen's soft hair, straightened the crown that was inserted obliquely in her hair, and sighed softly in her heart: she believed that this was not the queen's original intention, but she could not have more than the inexplicable power to suppress the devil. Method.

The queen closed her eyes, enjoying the hard-earned purity.Only the saint around her noticed her difference, and only the saint firmly believed that the queen with a kind heart was the real queen.

The queen rubbed the saint's soft fingertips like a noble cat, her tone was soft, as if coquettish: "My head hurts."

Every time she wakes up from the coquettish state, she will inevitably have a splitting headache, and she even tries to convince herself that the saint is just an inconspicuous one among thousands of ants, so that she can not be in another mode. Trouble with the saint.

The saint continued to massage and coaxed softly: "It's okay, I use the power of light, it doesn't hurt or hurt."

The queen's breathing gradually became lighter, and her voice was almost dreamlike.

"Have you heard the story of the red shoes? I heard it told by a knight."

The saint also replied softly: "I heard, what's the matter?"

"That girl was controlled by the red shoes to dance non-stop until the end of her life...it seems very similar to me."

"Will I be controlled to die?"

The saint fell into an ice cave.

She said with difficulty: "How could it be, how could it be..."