Chapter 5 Can't Argue, Cry! (2)

Her head hurt like hell, she tried desperately to remember her past life, but she only remembered that she was from modern times,
Her name is Lu Qingluo, and she is the editor of a certain fashion and emotion magazine. She remembers who her parents are, what they look like, what job they do,
I also remember what fun things there were in that world, such as computers, TVs, etc.

But the only thing is that she is blank about everything about herself.

For example, her life memories, her emotional life, what she has experienced, whether she has ever been in love, and so on.

It is equivalent to saying that she has forgotten everything about herself, but she remembers everything about others clearly.

She didn't know how it happened, she just felt a headache.

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly the little girl's voice sounded respectfully: "Mr. Li."

Qing Luo turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw a man in his forties walking towards her with a blank face, came to her, and said lightly:

"Concubine Yu, the prince is here to invite you."

Qing Luo's heart jumped, came so soon?

She looked at the white obscene clothes she was still wearing, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Are you going to let me see the prince like this?"

Manager Li glanced at her, waved his hand, a girl bowed forward, and presented the clothes in her hands to Qing Luo.

Qing Luo took it, and saw that it was a purple silk robe, which felt very cool and smooth to the touch.

She couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly, it seemed that her jade concubine was really loved as the servants said, she was locked in a quiet room, and she was given silk and satin to wear.

She raised her eyebrows, and shook the clothes in her hands at Mr. Li, which means that you want to watch me get dressed?

Manager Li blushed, and silently stepped aside.

Qing Luo smiled, and stretched the outer robe. Fortunately, although the clothes are of good quality, the design is very simple, just wear a belt around the waist.

The only feeling after putting it on is that the sleeves are too big, and the cuffs can hold a child.

Thinking of the princess and those women I saw in the wedding room just now, all dressed in such a style with wide sleeves and fluttering, I thought that maybe the clothes of this dynasty are all like this, a bit like Hanfu.

She casually brushed her loose long hair, cleared her throat, and said, "Okay. Take me to see the prince."

For some reason, when she thought that she was about to meet the so-called prince and husband, she couldn't help becoming nervous.

I don't know how he will distribute himself?Will you believe what she says?
(End of this chapter)

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