Chapter 568 Romantic Red Carpet
Chang An: "???"

"Your Majesty, do you have any questions?" Chang An asked while holding the clothes and examining them carefully.

There is no problem. The stitches and fabrics of the clothes are all selected offerings and top-notch embroiderers, perfect and impeccable.

The color is also festive enough, Changan likes it no matter how he sees it.

The corner of Nan Mocheng's mouth twitched slightly: "You just wear this for me?"

Chang An was confused, "Is there any problem with this?"

Red, big red.

A color that Nanmo City has never tried in its entire life.

He has always felt that red is too flamboyant, too dazzling, too... flamboyant.

How could the king of his country wear such a color?
Chang An looked at Nanmocheng's eyebrows and eyes with tangled eyes, and understood the embarrassment of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, today is different. The princess is getting married, and the red color is festive. Look at the princess's wedding dress. The princess has never worn red on weekdays. Today, it looks very dazzling."

Nan Mocheng: "My daughter, naturally attracts everyone's attention, she looks good in anything she wears."

Chang An: Yes, yes, the princess is the sky, the earth, and the treasure.

"So, please try it, Your Majesty, this is specially prepared by the empress..."

After Chang An finished speaking, he lowered his head, a little guilty, the crime of deceiving the king.

If he wants to say that he prepared it, the emperor will definitely not wear it, and only the empress can use it at critical times.

"Smoke?"

Sure enough, Nan Mocheng hesitated for a while, thinking that Nan Wanyan had prepared it, no matter how awkward he was about the color, he let Chang An change his clothes.

After changing clothes for Nanmo City, Chang An's eyes widened.

This fiery red color is combined with the emperor's innate majesty, coupled with a bewitching and bewitching face.

The feeling is more than stunning, it is simply a visual impact, just looking at it can feel domineering sideways, this person should stand at the pinnacle of the world, both good and evil, can be salty or sweet.

Chang An was stunned, forgot to speak, and just stared straight at Nanmo City.

Nan Mocheng frowned, "Isn't it ugly?"

"That's right, that's the feeling. With a slight frown, the whole world will bow down and worship the god in their hearts."

Chang An was so excited that he accidentally said what was on his mind.

After speaking, he looked at the emperor anxiously: "It's very good-looking, very good-looking, even if you only wear it once in your life, it will make this old slave unforgettable for a lifetime."

"Let's go then!"

Yan'er had been gone for a long time, he wanted to see what his wife and daughter were doing right now.

I also want to see if Nan Wanyan's expression is as surprised as Chang An's.

When Nan Mocheng arrived at the Princess Mansion, he found that it was completely different from what he had imagined. He was in high spirits just now, but now his face turned green with anger.

What is Nan Wanyan wearing?

The door of the princess mansion is open, and the door is covered with a red carpet, which extends far away.

There are flowers on both sides of the gate of the mansion, forming a heart shape.

An arch was built on the red carpet. Considering the taboo of the ancients on white, the arch was made of mahogany.

Above the arch is a flower stand, and there are no flowers on the flower stand, but the portraits of Nan Xiyin.

Childhood, grown-up, delicate, charming, happy, and worried.

Romantic candles were lit under the arch, and Nan Wanyan replaced the cumbersome queen's palace clothes.

There is a ponytail on the head, without any decoration.

She was wearing a red evening dress specially prepared by Lingyuan. The dress was ankle-length, with crystals as high as the sky on her feet, and her arms were cleverly covered, not as naked as modern ones.

(End of this chapter)

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