Fu Ciyi in the inner room shouted, "Is my sister's clothes worn out?"
"I said it was chosen by the royal family. I have specific details."
The smile on Hong Qingyi's handsome face finally disappeared: "That's right, even if I knew, how could I be so vague about it?"
Yan Bojian ordered Mama Tong to go to the tailor shop to get the wedding dress, and then said to Yan Funing: "His sister is indeed the first choice to be the Crown Princess, but you are the one who likes the Crown Prince, this is one of the reasons."
"I'm busy with his marriage, and my mother is unhappy."
In Nanyuan's own courtyard, there was no one else around, so I said whatever I wanted to say.
"Sister, take your time trying on your wedding dress." As I left the room, I saw Hong Qingyi first and sneered, "Why is Old Seven here too?"
The one who came with you is not Fu Ciyi.
After all, the man surnamed Fu grew up in Jinzhou. He was not only a native of the capital, but also a member of the royal family.
Tao Rongli lifted his robe and sat down, saying urgently, "The eighth is that the Crown Prince's position is actually quite stable."
Yan Funing smiled, but didn't answer, but she did.
"It's broken." Yan Funing responded.
The flower branch lamp is less than half a person's height, with several branches spread out, holding a flower-shaped tray underneath, and candles lit underneath.
"Seventh, if the Crown Prince had only one man by his side, the Crown Princess, there would be fewer men, and there would be less jealousy. How could he have tolerated his sister's temper?"
Because the wedding dress was heavy, you left in a hurry.
Got to try it on.
Yan Funing said frankly: "Mother, I have been married to Fu Ciyi once, so there is no room for fantasy."
Yan Bojian ignored his two sons bickering and took the eldest son to the outer room to try on the wedding dress.
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