On the same day, Emperor Yuanchun sent Eunuch Chang to Song Zhao to bring the court clothes for the first-class princess to wear, and used a golden nanmu wooden box to install a full ten boxes.

It's night.

After the bell was waiting for Song Zhao to wash up, he covered the door and went to rest.

Song Zhao was wearing a bedcloth and sat in front of the dressing table and combing his black hair in front of the mirror.

The exquisite and luxurious tassel shaved golden hair crown was placed on the makeup box, and the ironed first-rate princess's court uniform was hung on the screen next to it.

These are all for dressing at tomorrow's banquet.

Song Zhao stroked the smooth sandalwood hair, and for some reason, he suddenly started to sing again, quickly turning into a drooping cloudy hair.

She put the tassel golden hair crown on her clouded temples, and the main body surrounded by jasper extended a cluster of flower branches on each side, hanging down four tassels.

Turning around, the tassel pendant swayed gently, which looked very beautiful.

Song Zhao pursed his lips without any hem, got up and took off the princess's court robes, and carefully put them on.

Then he lit a glass lamp and walked out of the room sneakily.

The moonlight is just right tonight, and the stars are everywhere.

Song Zhao walked down the corridor with the lights on the lights, and the place he went to was Zhaixing Tower.

Si Yu will also attend a banquet tomorrow. For convenience, he stayed here tonight.

The west window opens the shadow of the stars.

Si Yu, who had just begun nightlife, was facing the window and dealing with military affairs seriously.

The sweet fragrance of the girl came in the wind. The man raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at the noble girl who was dressed up in a grand manner. "Princess Zhaoyang is so late and still not resting?"

Song Zhao stepped in on the woven gold shoes, put his hands in front of him, frowned, "The title is for outsiders, why are you so kind to speak?"

Si Yu put down his Chinese account and walked to Song Zhao. His eyebrows and eyes were smiling and said casually, "Would you agree with the little princess who called you the governor?"

Song Zhao blinked, his fair cheeks blew a faint bloody color, and his whiteness was red.

She swallowed her throat and asked without answering, "How do you think I dress like this?"

The princess's court uniform is complex and grand, and ordinary women cannot suppress this aura.

However, when worn on Song Zhao, it inexplicably complements each other.

The black wide-sleeved top is embroidered with five Zhai Lingyun patterns. The patterns on the gauze are woven in dark gold threads. The tiny and round rose crystals and tiger-eye stones are dotted on each Zhai Fenghai. The broken beads are flickering like stars, and the light is as bright as a stream of clouds, revealing the mysterious royal nobility.

Willow eyebrows cage green mist, sandalwood mouth dot elixir

Fold the waist with a small step, and present the white wrist in the veil.

The collision of immaturity and nobility makes people want to collect priceless treasures throughout their lives.

Si Yu leaned over and looked at her, his pair of peach blossom eyes were very deep, and he murmured softly, "The clouds and flowers are shining with golden steps, and the lotus tent warmed up to spend the spring night."

He paused, blew into her ear, and said with a somewhat inappropriate smile, "So the little princess came late at night, is she trying to have a spring night with her brother?"

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Song Zhaocai didn't have this idea.

She just...want to let the powerful ministers be the first to see her dressed up as a princess.

However, this kind of girl's pink thoughts made her feel really hard to speak of.

When I was shy, my palms would sweat.

She turned her face slightly, ignored the sound of her heartbeat like a drum, and raised her chin and said with a crisp voice, "I am the princess now. I can still raise a lot of dough sticks by choosing at will. Do I need to take the initiative to post it?"

There are regulations in the Great Storm Dynasty.

A woman with a royal title can raise her husband with integrity and openness.

Speaking of which, Song Zhao was a little hesitant.

Will she really give up her entire forest for the sake of the powerful ministers?

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at her quietly.

Song Zhao sat upright on the Arhat couch, his complex skirt laying under his feet, layered like clouds and mist.

The expression on her face was proud and frivolous, as if she had been raising the canary in his palm, and she had the intention of rushing into the sky.

"You still want to raise a man's head?" He leaned against the bookcase behind him, his legs wide open, his head tilted and his eyes surging, "Okay, you go and raise it."
Chapter completed!