Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 50 Xie the Crown Princess, the servant dare not dare
"This slave is terrified, this slave deserves to die, I hope His Highness forgive me, this slave has no intention of offending you, this slave is stupid, this slave is stupid, this slave is stupid..."

The old tailor was shocked, he lowered his head and slapped himself hard, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

Beans of sweat slid down the pale cheeks, drop by drop, onto the cold marble floor.

He just felt as if there was an invisible gas that enveloped and suppressed him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Even the body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Jun Beicheng stood up slowly, his long and narrow phoenix eyes seemed to be condensed with icebergs, which was so cold that it made people feel bone-chilling.

He stood there quietly watching the old tailor slap himself, without saying a word, looking majestic and disdainful.

Naturally, Wei Zitong and Xia Yan pretended not to see anything, and stood there knowingly, waiting for Jun Beicheng's order.

After a long time, Fu Ling saw that the side of the old tailor's face was swollen, but Jun Beicheng's expression was still extremely indifferent, and he didn't have any intention of asking him to stop.

"All right, all right," Fu Ling looked at the kneeling old tailor whose mouth was bleeding, and told him with a sigh, "Hurry up and see a doctor, and next time you don't talk too much when others talk to you." .”

The old tailor stopped, and immediately kowtowed three times to Fu Ling gratefully, then turned around and kowtowed three more times to Jun Beicheng, sobbing.

"Thank you, Crown Princess, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, I will definitely remember your teachings!"

After saying that, the old tailor looked at Jun Beicheng beside him in embarrassment, knelt and crawled in front of him, the sweat on his back was already soaking him.

Your Highness is too unfathomable, and too moody.

At this moment, he himself couldn't guarantee whether His Highness would really kill him if there was no Crown Princess to help him speak.

Jun Beicheng didn't even look at him again, and waved his sleeves impatiently, not even bothering to give him a single word.

The old tailor immediately scrambled and scrambled for Xie En, and stumbled away from the place of right and wrong, his whole body seemed to have lost half his life in an instant.

After the old tailor left, Xia Yan pushed the stiff Wei Zitong with his elbow, and looked at him with a low cough.

Wei Zitong immediately came back to his senses, his hairs stood on end in fright, he walked to Jun Beicheng and bent over non-stop, and said, "His Royal Highness, Fengmian wedding dress has been invited to the fitting room this morning, Wei Chen and Eunuch Xia Stand by outside, if you need anything, you can tell the minister at any time."

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Just after pushing open the door of the fitting room, Fu Ling froze in place dumbfounded by the Fengmian wedding dress that came into view.

Dozens of gorgeous brocade candles were burning on the wall, and the scorching warm light outlined the room extremely luxuriously.

On the sandalwood hanger in the distance...

An astonishing secular phoenix crown and Xiapei are made of Jinxi red makeup, python dark flowers, and gold silk double-layer wide silk, with wide sleeves, and the nine-day phoenix and dragon patterns are embroidered on the edge.

The chest is fastened with a red gold collar button inlaid with rubies, and the outer cover is a magenta double peacock embroidered with clouds and gold tassels.

It seems that the peacock with its tail has a gentle and docile attitude, which is really vivid, as if it is about to come alive.

Peach red satin is colorfully embroidered into a belt with double flower and bird patterns, and hanging from the waist is a skirt of twelve immortals in gold and silver.

The skirt is embroidered with the pattern of Baizi Baifu, and the tail skirt is about three feet long.

The phoenix crown worn for coronation is hung on the table, and the strings of golden bead curtains on it are dazzlingly gorgeous. The embellished pearls shine brightly under the candlelight, like lanterns on the fifteenth street.

The phoenix crown is covered with extremely soft and thin crimson gauze, embroidered with the most rare phoenix flower in Beihai, which is extremely luxurious.

The coquettish red in the house seems to be surging with boundless blood, and also like a burning flame in the sky, billowing from the depths of the world of mortals, it seems that it will burn up this infinite prosperity.

(End of this chapter)