Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It was already very warm inside the felt tent.

The temperature was over 20 degrees Celsius, and with too many clothes on, Her Royal Highness felt hot at one point.

She sniffed, lowered her head and rubbed it, waving her hands.

"I'm fine, I'm not cold."

Someone was probably scolding her.

she thinks.

The maid took the comb and saw that she looked fine and her face was rosy, so she was relieved a little.

Continue brushing her hair, gently.

"Your Highness, it's cold. The eldest prince has ordered you to put on a cloak to block the wind when you go out later."

"Your Highness, you are weak and cannot catch a cold during your wedding."

If I catch a cold, I'm afraid the wedding will be postponed.

Her Royal Highness sat upright and rubbed her nose.

When she heard that she needed to add more clothes, her little face fell, and she put her elbows on the table and held her chin up.

"Wear it again..."

Adele Khan simply wrapped her into rice dumplings.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he always felt that she was weak and couldn't bear the cold outside.

Get dressed as soon as you step outside, even if it's just for a few steps.

She looked in the mirror, and the beautiful girl with long hair in the mirror also looked at her.

The two eyeballs are black and white, and the water is bright and full of water, with a charming watery feel.

Red lips, pink cheeks, skin as white as snow.

Wearing a bright red fine woolen robe, and a short wide-sleeved jacket with slits and embroidered edges.

An embroidered red waistcoat is draped over her body, long and trailing to the ground.

The bright red color made her already bright eyebrows even more dazzling.

It's like the only desert rose blooming brightly in the desolate and lonely desert with heavy snow falling.

Proud, bright and gorgeous.

It is the only warm color in the ice and snow.

Extremely moving.

The crisp silver bell between her wrists rang gently.

Under the candlelight in front of the dressing table, the silvery light is silently reflected.

Like moonlight, soft and pure moonlight.

Tenderly trapped in her hand, it felt light and smooth.

It's a beautiful piece of art.

Paired with beautiful people, they complement each other.

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Her Royal Highness the little princess spent a long time dressing up.

Wear a bun into a single bun and cover your head with a red hijab.

The red hijabs of the Turks are not like the red hijabs of the Han people. Their red hijabs are very long and very big.

It's a very thin veil.

It sticks extremely softly between the bun and hangs down long to the ankles.

During the movement, it is as silky and smooth as the shadow of the moon, and is delicately dotted with broken diamonds.

Refracting light, red and colorful.

Don't cover your face, just wrap it softly on your body.

The color and shadow are hazy, as if a layer of filter has been added to the whole body.

Exudes a soft light.

The maids arranged her makeup, hair and clothes with skill and skill.

Her Highness the Princess didn't need to do anything. She just stood and opened her hands, letting them do what they did like a puppet being manipulated.

A little bored, she even yawned.

He seemed a little sleepy.

The maid arranged her veil, then took another veil and put it on for her.

Covering the face that was a little too beautiful because of the makeup, only the clean and clear eyes that were inadvertently seductive were exposed.

The water mist is full of sleepiness, a bit lazy, but particularly eye-catching.

I'm afraid just one glance will make people lose their soul and heart.

The maid looked at her, pursed her lips and smiled, "Your Highness is so beautiful, like a goddess descending to earth."

"..." Her Royal Highness the Princess snorted and blinked.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

"I'm not a goddess, I'm a fairy."

Those goddesses are not as beautiful as her.