Feixue Menghua

Chapter 122

"But after all, is that really poison?"

Meng Hanyan suddenly thought of this, even though that guy has a bad temper, like a March day.But if he said that he would hurt her, she would not believe it anyway.

She had such a special feeling in her heart that she trusted him very much, unconditionally.

In her heart, he would not poison her.

"Since that's the case, should we still run now?"

She felt that if he escaped again, he would be so angry that he would jump.

Moreover, Yue Qianmei was still in the palace, in Mo Jinxie's hands, so she couldn't just leave.

If she slipped away now, the ghost king would definitely ignore Yue Qianmei.

He can be sure of this, he doesn't care about other people's life and death, he is a very cold-blooded and ruthless person.

But she had special trust and peace of mind for such a cold-blooded and ruthless ghost king.

It was as if the vague figure in the dream warmed her heart.

"My lord, I am the tailor who is here to tailor your clothes."

There was a knock on the door, and then a man with a clean face walked in. He was dressed in a lake-green delicate robe, which was elegant and luxurious.

On his long hair, a jade hairpin with bamboo leaves was inserted obliquely there, like a flowing spring with green leaves.

The plain white magnolia flower pattern on the lapel made his cold temperament a little warmer and brighter.

"I'm not some concubine, please don't bark."

Meng Hanyan's pretty face was stained with a blush like flower juice. Hearing this address, she felt as if she was already Xue Chenfeng's wife.

"Since His Royal Highness Xue Wang personally said that the girl is a princess, then the girl doesn't have to stick to etiquette, and she will be a justifiable Princess Xue in no time."

Luo Ting smiled slightly, saying that it was tailor-made for her, but he didn't approach her, just took a look at her.

The next moment, he took out a very special pen and started to paint in the air.

The bright red color appeared in front of Meng Hanyan's eyes, and as he painted quickly, an extremely beautiful wedding dress appeared in front of her eyes.

He is embellished with golden and gorgeous patterns, gold and red intertwined, extremely dazzling.

His brush drew such a wedding dress in one go, and when he finished the last touch, a wedding dress appeared on Meng Hanyan's body, and it was directly put on her body.

"Just one pair of shoes."

Luo Ting glanced at her feet, moved the brush in his hand again, and quickly outlined a pair of red embroidered shoes, dotted with beautiful crystals.

As soon as he lifted the brush, the embroidered shoes were neatly put on Meng Hanyan's feet.

"The last one is the phoenix crown."

Meng Hanyan stared dumbfounded at him painting, and the patterns he drew turned into real objects, just like a dream.

Luo Ting was drawing a phoenix crown for her. This phoenix crown was extremely delicate. It was an exquisite glazed phoenix crown, a hollowed-out gold silk phoenix, and phoenix wings inlaid with crystals, ready to fly.

When the phoenix crown was finished, Meng Hanyan felt that the wedding dress and the phoenix crown looked so familiar, as if she had seen it before.

Unable to explain why the familiar feeling came about, she was stunned, and the exquisite glazed phoenix crown was put on her head.

"Plus a pair of earrings!"

Luo Ting looked at Meng Hanyan, as if looking at his own work, added a pair of phoenix earrings for her, and only then finished writing with satisfaction.

"Perfect!"

A joyful smile appeared on his face, as bright as a spring flower.

"The wedding dress has been completed, let's take my leave in court."

Seeing him retreating, Meng Hanyan lowered her head to look at her clothes, and parted her red lips.

(End of this chapter)