Gao Lengmeng emperor loves fierce concubine

Chapter 313 The second watch is sent to prepare for the stunning start of the Flower Race Festival (1)
A certain man guessed something just by looking at his expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Don't worry, if you have something to say boldly, even if sister and that Bi Luo are rivals in love, sister is not afraid, let alone tasteful."

Emma, ​​that monster hasn't been here for a long time, okay?The rhythm of her falling out of favor?

"Ahem, I don't have any other intentions. In my eyes, Miss is naturally the best, a hundred times stronger than that Bi Luo."

"Hehe..." A certain one let out a dry laugh, why did the explanation get darker?
"Ahem, it's like this. After that Bi Luo won the title of Fairy Saihua six years ago, she was very much admired by the nobles in the capital, but she only admired the Prince Regent. No matter who the other party was, she praised her." No matter how dazzling and precious jewels came to ask for an audience, she was not tempted. Some people were even willing to redeem her body. The media was just getting married, but they were all rejected. Everyone thought she was waiting for His Royal Highness the Regent to express his opinion. Three years ago, at the Saihua Festival, she also I don't want to participate, I want to observe the famous festival for the Prince Regent, but it's just strange that His Highness the Prince Regent has never taken her into the mansion, but I still go to Tianshui Pavilion often, and occasionally...stay overnight."

A certain one complained from the bottom of her heart, it's useless to stay overnight, boy skills, boy skills, poof, she was thinking about how to break other people's child bodies!
However, at this point, she touched her wrist subconsciously. If the double eagle bracelet really has the effect of pulling red lines on both wearers, then she really has to think carefully. That monster is beautiful, but absolutely beautiful. Not a good match!

Because, that is a man without a heart!
"Miss?" Seeing her lost in thought, Jiu Lan reminded her in a low voice.

A certain one regained consciousness, coughed lightly and asked again, "Then this time, why does she want to participate again? Could it be that she has waited six years without any results, so she wants to give up?"

"Well, the slave family doesn't know very well, it's hard to find out about Miss Bi Luo."

"Well, what about Qiongyu? Since she is already Jimo Yong's confidante, it won't be difficult to enter the palace of Xian Wang in the future, just waiting to be married, so why come to join in the fun?"

Hearing this, Qin Yanru frowned even deeper, "Maybe it's because you want to gain a better reputation?"

A certain snorted, "From my point of view, it's true that it doesn't want to go to the next level, but wants to fight us."

"Miss is right. Our Spring Garden is also famous on Fengyue Street, second only to Tianshui Pavilion and Yuhua Building. The bustards of those two are holding back their energy, and the other flower buildings are also waiting. Let’s watch the play and see who will get the flower in this flower competition festival?”

"That goes without saying, of course our garden is full of spring!"

"Yes, yes, with Ms. Mo here, the girls all have confidence in their hearts, but..." Confidence alone does not have any real amazing talent. Even walking the Lishui Bridge on the first day is a big hurdle. On that day, all the girls were dressed up in gorgeous ways, trying to stand out... They had no real skills, they were really hanging.

A certain one was not worried at all, "A few days ago, did my sister ask you to prepare the shoes and clothes for the girls?"

Hearing this, Qin Yanru's expression became tangled, "I'm ready, but are those clothes and shoes really... for the girls to compete in?"

The clothes are a style she has never seen before. She has made seven pieces in total and hired a tailor to measure them. The seven pieces have seven colors, pink, light yellow, water green, lavender, moon white, sky blue, and rose red, but the styles are the same. , she can't describe the look of that style, and the sides are slit, revealing the delicate petticoat inside.

(End of this chapter)