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After a set of sword dance, Young Master Su put his hands on the sword on his back, stood upright, and looked at Qingzhi among the flowers. Qingzhi put on a satin dress embroidered with begonia flowers. She is wearing a neon red dress. The hem of the skirt is the kind of fluffy lights that cover her small body. Her bun is combed very delicately and beautifully. Her black hair is braided into a very beautiful braid all the way to the back of the ear. , hanging on both sides of the shoulders, with two lifelike butterfly clips studded with tassels and water drops pinned to the end of her hair. A beautiful little girl who was already pretty, became even more adorable after being dressed up like this. .
Young Master Su looked at Xiao Qingzhi for a long time before he remembered to ask her, "Does it look good?"
Qingzhi nodded, thought for a moment, then held up her two little hands and patted him. Her eyes were bright, as if it was the first time she saw someone other than her father dance the sword.
Young Master Su saw her and smiled at her a little sheepishly. Just as he was about to say something to Qingzhi, he suddenly saw Qingzhi's eyes fall behind him and became brighter. Young Master Su followed Looking over with the little guy's eyes, he saw a little boy who was about the same size as Qingzhi but taller than Qingzhi. He was walking towards Qingzhi.
Young Master Su worked hard to coax the little fairy for a long time before he was able to coax the little fairy to clap his little hands. But as soon as the little boy came over, before he even opened his mouth to talk to Qingzhi, he heard Qingzhi making a very sweet sound. Calling softly: "Brother Xiao Jian."
Su Su's first reaction was that Qingzhi's voice was so sweet.
It was sweeter than the pastries and candies he had ever tasted before.
It's clear and sweet, the kind of sweetness that makes people want to take a bite.
Only then did he realize that Qingzhi was calling the little boy behind him.
Wen Jian was originally a little unhappy that Qingzhi was playing with a little brother he didn't know, but when he heard Qingzhi calling him, Wen Jian's unhappiness as a child disappeared immediately, and he walked over to fight Qingzhi first. He said hello and then met the little brother who was much taller than him.
"Wen Jian, hello, brother."
"Hello, little brother Jian." Young Master Su still displayed his demeanor perfectly.
Wen Jian was only a four-year-old child, so he showed no hostility to the other party, but he quickly integrated into the atmosphere and started playing together.
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In the Sheng Palace, the dressing mirror reflected a peach-faced woman.
She was born extremely beautiful. She was now wearing bridal makeup. Her soft black hair was braided and coiled up. A lock of golden beads was inserted sideways. A small bunch of spikes were separated from her smooth and white forehead. The short bangs, close to the center of the eyebrows, make the whole small face more beautiful and charming.
Her thin distant eyebrows gradually opened up like an ink painting, and the ends of her eyebrows were slightly arched, reflecting her peach blossom eyes with eye makeup. The flowing eye waves were a mixture of purity and brightness. A few petals of peach-colored gold powder were pasted on the corner of her right eye, making her tear mole look as cute as a blooming peach blossom.
Her lips were slightly pursed, bright red and bright. She didn't know what the maid beside her said, and she pursed her lips, revealing a shallow pear dimple, a smile that was enough to make people enchanted.
When he finally put on the phoenix crown, Shu Nuan saw someone behind the mirror, "Do you know something?"
Wen Zhigu had no choice but to stop following the maids and came to her. He carefully looked at the bride from head to toe, and finally came to a conclusion unhurriedly: "The beauty of the country is heavenly."