The color of the long skirt is Jun Mohuang's favorite fiery red, which is more visually aggressive than bright red.
Soft tobacco lining, outer lining with layers of light gauze.
The skirts were layered, and the entire skirt was like a burning fire, burning and invading her sight, making it impossible to ignore its existence.
One was intertwined with black and gold silk and embroidered into a nine-feathered phoenix, spreading its wings in the blazing fire.
Nine gorgeous feathers cover the entire skirt.
The collar and cuffs are embroidered with golden phoenix feathers.
The golden phoenix is reborn from the ashes.
This skirt is flamboyant to the extreme.
Jun Mohuang couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the nine feathers at the hem of her skirt.
The nine-feathered phoenix on this dress is exactly the same as the nine-feathered phoenix on her palm and the phoenix on the phoenix jade.
The difference is that the nine feathers of the phoenix on the long skirt are intact.
This skirt implies her name.
This skirt is Di Lingtian's heart.
"Why do you need to change into this?"
Jun Mohuang caressed the long skirt in her hand. She liked this skirt very much, so she was not happy to just put it on display and let her wear it.
Too cumbersome and time-consuming.
Who would run around dragging a big skirt and sweep the streets
"My future Demon Queen, are you going to wear your daily attire and attend your appearance ceremony?"
Di Lingtian held her shoulders with both hands and pushed her down in front of the mirror.
Jun Mohuang looked at Di Lingtian: "Revelation ceremony?"
"The eight family heads you met in the Bafang Xuanjie are only a very small part of the upper echelons of the demon clan in the Nine Netherworld. I want all my ministers to come to pay homage to you, and I want all my people to know you. The presence."
Di Lingtian had a tone and look that she had never seen before.
That's a kind of pride.
A pride in displaying the good things he has in front of her for her to choose from.
A kind of pride that allows his woman to have the most noble status.
"Okay, so what do I need to do."
Jun Mohuang instantly understood what Di Lingtian meant.
Di Lingtian: "Of course you, the mistress of the Nine Netherworld, don't need to do anything. Just put on this dress, sit next to me, and wait for them to come to see you and be jealous of you."
Jun Mohuang smiled softly, Di Lingtian said it really straightforwardly.
Indeed, the witches in the Nine Netherworld knew of her existence and were so jealous that they probably wanted to tear her into pieces.
…
The third floor of the black flying boat is Mu Yaoyao's room.
More than a dozen servants kept coming in and out, filling the entire room with gorgeous dresses of all colors.
Mu Yaoyao chose a purple dress.
The long skirt is bold in style, with large cutouts on the shoulders, waist, back and under the collarbone, and the skirt is slit to 20 centimeters above the knees.
This long skirt reveals all the advantages of Mu Yaoyao's figure.
The long skirt is studded with purple crystals and purple jade. When walking, the crystals and jade collide, making a crisp and sweet sound.
It is guaranteed that as soon as Mu Yaoyao appears wearing this skirt, everyone will follow the sound and focus their attention on her.
Mu Yaoyao looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, and her lips curved into a seductive arc.
"Our Yayao will definitely catch the emperor's attention immediately. She will overwhelm Jun Mohuang with her beauty, and she will not be left behind in seconds."
The head of the Mu family looked at his daughter, his eyes full of admiration and pride.
With this face and figure, let alone a man, even a woman would not be able to move her eyes away after seeing it.
My own women never had the opportunity to come into contact with Emperor Zun before. Otherwise, there would be nothing wrong with Jun Mohuang.
(End of chapter)