Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

"Cough cough!"

Xiaolin looked at the stunned eyes of everyone when they saw Duanmu Minya, and she couldn't help but feel complacent secretly. She was proud of her vision, and she knew that the water-red dress was the most suitable for the princess, and the princess wore it It must be the best looking one too. Seeing everyone's dazed gestures, she coughed lightly a few times as a reminder.

The eyes of Duanmu Minya's indifferent and peaceful face were unknowingly full of tenderness. Although he concealed it very quickly, it was indeed tenderness that could be squeezed out at that moment. Xuanyuan Qingtian blinked for the first time. After being overwhelmed, he quickly turned his head to Song Yichen.

This time, he never ignored the amazement and admiration in Song Yichen's deep blue eyes that were too late to disappear!

He actually fell in love with Duanmu Minya, Xuanyuan Qingtian was slightly taken aback, he changed his expression a little, thinking that when he saw Song Yichen's eyes clearly, Song Yichen was also awakened by Xiaolin's coughing.

He quickly lowered his eyelids, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were full of magnanimity. If it wasn't for the blush still remaining on his charming handsome face, Xuanyuan Qingtian really thought he was wrong.

"Wow! Brother Sanhuang, you are really lucky. How come I don't have such a good life? When will my father point me to a marriage and such a beautiful lady? Sanhuang's sister-in-law really It’s as beautiful as a fairy descending from the world, no, it’s even more beautiful than that fairy, the beautiful Third Emperor’s Sister-in-Law, please be respected by my seventh brother!”

Xuanyuan Yiyu exclaimed pretending to be envious and exaggerated, he looked at the calm and calm Duanmu Minya and bowed respectfully.

He actually disregarded his status as the prince, and made a respectful gift to Duanmu Minya, the third sister-in-law, as his younger brother.

You must know that in this dynasty, the status of the prince and the status of the princess are equal, and there is no need to perform such great etiquette, but he Xuanyuan Yiyu did.

Regarding Xuanyuan Yiyu's big gift, Duanmu Minya hurriedly wanted to stand up and return the gift, but in a hurry, she was caught by the long skirt and her feet were bare, and she carried it forward without paying attention, and she was about to have an intimate relationship with the marble floor Contact, come to a five-body throwing posture.

Two swift figures rushed to the bed like lightning, supporting Duanmu Minya on one side and the other on the right.

A tall figure in clear blue, this is Song Yichen, standing nervously on Duanmu Minya's left side, supporting Duanmu Minya's sitting arm.

A tall and graceful figure in reddish red, this is Xuanyuan Qingtian, he stood anxiously on the right side of Duanmu Minya, with one hand supporting Duanmu Minya's other arm, and the other around Duanmu Minya's back, as if Sworn to his power!

"Princess please take care, if your left hand is injured again, it will be useless."