The woman in the mirror had a fair face, extremely delicate features, bright eyes and white teeth. She seemed a little embarrassed by the compliments from the old women. She raised her eyes slightly, and every frown and smile of hers was captivating.
Under the candlelight, her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a small fan-shaped brush, and one glance would make people immersed in it. Her posture was gorgeous and beautiful beyond words.
I'm afraid that in the entire Nanchang Kingdom and Fengyuan Kingdom, no one can compare to her. No wonder... she caught the eye of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan.
Mrs. Jiang smiled as she dressed her up, not forgetting to tease her, "You are so beautiful, but I am the one showing off."
No matter how carefully she dressed up, it would only add a little beauty to the goddess. How could such a gorgeous and graceful figure be changed by just a few strokes of her pen?
You have to have a good foundation.
Her wedding dress was as bright as fire. She had been here for many days, but she had never worn such a grand and gorgeous color before. She mostly wore light and beautiful clothes.
The phoenix crown and the red robe made her look even more noble and gorgeous, so beautiful that all the flowers in the city lost their color against her background.
After she was dressed up, the old woman began to comb her hair and style it, muttering auspicious words.
After everything was ready, Cuiwei helped her out the door.
Walking step by step through the halls and roads covered with red silk cloth, you can hear the loud sounds of gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers along the way.
Su Qian didn't know where he was going, so he could only follow Cuiwei's guidance.
Along the way, she was worried that Lu Huan would come out to cause trouble or kill her. It was not until her hand fell into a large and warm hand that she felt relieved.
According to the rules, the bride and groom should each hold one end of the red silk cloth, but Yan Xuanye was extremely overbearing and insisted on holding her hand and walking with the red silk.
Su Qian felt the fine sweat on his palm, which was a little sticky. For some reason, she could sense Yan Xuanye's excitement and nervousness from the touch...
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