The Seventh Bride of President

Yun San then said: "but young master, your face is too attractive. You'd better dress up. There are so many people today, so as not to attract the attention of outsiders..."

Mo Siyu just left Chu Chuyan and followed Uncle Luo Zifeng into the Inn and the private room, feeling guilty and uneasy.

Before she can react, my brother and aunt Yunsan have already discussed the Countermeasures:

"let's do this. I have the lady's dress ready at any time, and I have the young master's disguise here. After the meal, I'll help you change your dress and go downstairs. You can change your dress and go out the back door."

On New Year's Eve, he must accompany his brother. Mo Siyu couldn't think of a better way, so he had to follow aunt Yun San's method.

After the reunion dinner, Mo Siyu enters the wing room, and Yunsan hands her the ready clothes and gives her some make-up....

staring at the face in the bronze mirror, Yunsan is in a trance: "the older the young lady looks, the more like her when she was young.

When I first saw the real appearance of my wife, I was shocked. At that time, I thought that there should be such a beautiful person in this world. Even the goddess in the sky should have been born just like this. "

Mo Siyu grinned brightly: "is aunt Yunsan praising my beauty?"

Cloud three couldn't help laughing: "yes, in this world, only miss Xiangyi can compare with your beauty."

After dressing up for Mo Siyu, Yun San put his fox fur cape on the back of his chair: "Miss, you're ready. Go straight out the back door. I'll help you dress up.

Zifeng has gone to the altar. Let's meet there directly. "

Mo Siyu nodded and put on the fox fur cape. He was just about to go out. After thinking about it, he turned back and covered his face with a white scarf. Then he raised his feet and went out...

he went out through the back door, turned past the Qinghuan building, crossed over, and came to the altar on the Bank of the river.

In order to avoid danger, Luo Zifeng has arranged a guard to mingle with the crowd, waiting for the high priest to come and pray with the people of moon city.

Mo Siyu got out of the inn, walked into the street, and soon mixed in with the crowd.

But she was dressed in a long red jacket and a snow-white fur. Her hair was as black as a cloud. She wore a bun on her head and a pearl hairpin. Her hair fell down like a waterfall.

He was tall and slender, walking in the crowd, more than a hundred times better than those gray faced, yellow skinned people around him, it was too conspicuous.

His face was covered with a piece of white gauze, which made him more mysterious. The eyes exposed outside the white gauze were full of autumn water, shining like stars.

The passers-by on the roadside looked in her direction one after another. Mo Siyu had been used to being the focus for a long time, ignored the projected eyes, mixed in the crowd, and hurried towards the altar....

"girl." Face a familiar figure, in a hurry toward her, stopped her way.

Mo Siyu fixed his eyes on Chu Chuyan.

Chu Chu Yan stares at her eyes, seriously looks at half a ring, and says: "we seem to have met somewhere."

Mo Siyu was a little flustered and waved: "no, no, I don't know you."

"Girl, can you untie the veil and let me see?" Chu Chu Yan felt that he had been forced into a dilemma for the only time in his life, but he was really too curious about the face under the veil.

After all, these eyes are as clear as water, which have been engraved in his heart for a long time.