Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Linghe slightly glimpsed, and saw that the monsoon smoke was standing in the room with a bad look. She was stared at by her eyes. Linghe suddenly raised an ominous premonition and subconsciously wanted to turn around. slip.

Unfortunately, the monsoon smoke does not give him such an opportunity.

"Ling Ling, I think we should have a good chat." The monsoon smoked and smiled.

Ling He was even more guilty. He looked at the room in a dark poke. He only saw the blushing face of the fire sitting on the chair like a baby, and looked at him with a slight smile.

Linghe knows that the fire is absolutely selling himself, and now it is smashed.

"Miss, you listen to me, I am doing it for you... I..."

The monsoon smoke smiles extraordinarily splendid, "Large brother, why are you so nervous, how can you not know your kindness, you can rest assured, I have already discussed with the fire, and we will have a big wedding tonight."

"Ah?" Linghe gave a slight glimpse. How did his own lady say that it doesn't match the expression? Looking at the expression of the monsoon smoke, he thought that the monsoon smoke would hack him.

"The rest of the things will be handed over to Ling Big Brother. When the time is almost the same, remember to call us." After that, the monsoon smoke does not wait for Linghe to understand that he did not understand the direct door.

Linghe was confused, but one thing he understood.

Monsoon smoke and fire will be married tonight!

Linghe, who was next to him, couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed to pass the news down. His heart was quite proud. It seems that the monsoon smoke is very satisfied with his "self-assertion."

however……

Until the moment before the big wedding, Ling He could not laugh.

He looked at the red dress in the hands of Zuo Nuo with a stunned look, and his face was unbelievable.

Zuo Nuo’s efforts to restrain the smile, pretending to be serious: “Small...cough, the Queen said, she has a kind of person called a matchmaker for her marriage, and she is the most suitable for us. The Queen told me to let you put this dress on before you get married."

Linghe’s blood almost didn’t spit out. I thought that the monsoon smoke had already let go of myself, but I didn’t expect it, and I’d wait for it!

The clothes in the hands of Zuo Nuo were Gong Zhengyu's original costumes for the monsoon smoke, but they hesitated too simple, so they were abandoned. Linghe never dreamed that this clothes would be released to himself!

"This is a women's style." Linghe tried to struggle.

Zuo Nuo’s sympathy for “I know”.

Ling He wants to cry at the moment.

Zuo Nuo Lin added a sentence: "The Queen said, her parents died young. You are like her brother, if you can't get your blessing, she will not end this marriage."

This sentence completely broke all the thoughts of Linghe. Such a big hat was buckled on his own head. Linghe couldn’t hide even if he wanted to hide.

To die by myself, crying and doing it...

In the end, Linghe's determination to hold the strong man's broken wrist, and put on the beautiful "marriage dress", was decisive. The loss of the monsoon smoke and wit, let Zuo Nuo make the tailor's door change in the city before sending the clothes. With the next size, Linghe puts on its unusual fit.

God knows how much determination Linghe has made before he glances at the bronze mirror.

But this eye, but his strong heart completely collapsed.

Zuo Nuo had already laughed on the ground and laughed at him. He didn’t hesitate to hold it. It was... the picture was too beautiful!