After a while, Dongmei brought three robes from the backyard.
Dongfang Jing quickly took it from her hand, stroking and stroking the fabric with her slender fingers, as if she had carefully selected it for a long time.
"White is generous, purple is heroic, this color..." She paused, smiling like a flower, "My favorite, coquettish."
Zongzheng Fusu glanced at the three robes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face darkened instantly.
White is Murong Qianjue's favorite.
The other two colors, purple and pattern, are extremely ostentatious colors, if Murong Qian chooses them, he must like them too.
Among the three pieces of clothing, there was no black that he usually wears.
Seeing that he was frozen in place, Dongfang Jing quickly asked Dongmei to pass a wet towel over, wiped his face, then pulled him forward and said, "Don't keep talking, you should pick and choose one."
Zongzheng Fusu glanced at her quietly, and said in a cold voice, "It's all good, you can choose by yourself. Whichever piece you want to wear, this king will wear whichever one."
He seemed to look normal, but every sentence was estranged.
Dongfang Jing fiddled with the clothes in her hands, then twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "Anything is fine? I think the fourth brother clearly didn't like it. If that's the case... Dongmei, put all these clothes away Bar."
Zongzheng Fusu couldn't help but frowned slightly. Seeing that girl was angry, he couldn't bear it, pointed to the purple robe and said, "Farewell, this king wears that purple robe."
A smile finally appeared on Dongfang Jing's stiff face, and then she waved to Dongmei.
Dongmei hurriedly handed the purple robe to her hand.
Zongzheng Fusu stretched out his arms, allowing Dongfang Jing to fiddle with them.
She carefully fastened the buttons for him, and rubbed her slender hands on his chest, making him itchy. The two stood together quietly, like a couple who have been in love for many years, with a feeling of tranquility and stability in this world.
Zongzheng Fusu stared at her fascinated.
Dongfang Jing dressed him, then pulled him under the sun, turned him around, looked at it carefully, and then chuckled and said, "It looks good! It's much lighter than the black robe you used to wear, I think I feel at ease. But... let me tell you, if you don’t wear a mask, that white robe is more suitable for you, the white clothes, coupled with your clean appearance, can fascinate the girls in the entire city of Chang’an!"
White clothes
The slight smile that Zongzheng Fusu had managed to pull out of his face froze in an instant.
The years are quiet and the world is stable... so what
Only he himself knew that the person in that girl's heart was never his Zongzheng Fusu, but Murong Qianjue! These days, all his happiness is due to borrowing Murong Qianjue's identity!
If one day, that girl knows the truth, she will definitely hate him, right
"The black robes you usually wear are really boring." Dongfang Jing shook her head, and then said solemnly, "I don't like it. If possible, fourth brother will wear more bright colors in the future, I will know it I feel much more comfortable. Fourth brother, okay?"
Zongzheng Fusu's back stiffened, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I will disappoint the princess. This king is the God of War of a country and represents the army of the Daning Kingdom. You can't dress so frivolously."