Murong Rong put on the dress. The front was not exposed, but the back was exposed. No matter how she looked at the fiery red dress and snow-white skin, she felt awkward and wanted to sew it up with a needle and thread.
Open the jewelry box, hang up the diamond chain of the teardrop pendant, put on the ruby beaded earrings, pin the brooch, and finally put on the pearl crown. The woman in the mirror is as noble and beautiful as a queen, and Murong Rong can't even recognize her.
It is true that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.
Others could bear it, but Murong Rong just couldn't stand those high and pointed high heels. Every time she wore them on her feet, she always felt like the earth was turning upside down.
The cheongsam woman knocked on the door, came in with a makeup box, and put on a very gorgeous makeup on Murong Rong.
Smoky eyebrows, enchanting lines painted on the corners of the eyes, raised high. Fiery red lips, and a face as white as snow, with a thick layer of foundation.
"Well, you don't need to put on so much makeup, right?" Murong looked at the face in the mirror that was as charming as a fairy, and discussed with the cheongsam woman in a low voice.
The woman in the cheongsam smiled and said: "Madam, you are the protagonist today. Of course you must be pretty and seductive enough to win over all the gorgeous women."
Murong Rong knew that she was the one being suppressed.
"Madam is coming out -" the cheongsam woman stood at the top of the stairs and said with a smile to the waiting guests downstairs.
The noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked upstairs.
The woman upstairs is like a ball of flame, standing proudly. As she moves around, her pyrotechnic skirt sways gently, as if she is walking on fire.
Her delicate face was so beautiful that it immediately overshadowed all the girls in the hall.
The ten elders looked at each other and nodded secretly: Their temperament and appearance are impeccable, and they are worthy of being the queen of Huanyan.
The third elder quietly said to the other nine elders: "Next time, how about we choose wives for those unmarried young men?"
The nine elders nodded repeatedly in agreement. They were very confident in their vision.
Murong Rong was so nervous that there was cold sweat on the back of her hands, and she slowly walked down the stairs.:
In the eyes of everyone's expectations and admiration, Murong Rong suddenly stepped on the air, screamed, and rolled down the stairs paved with white carpet like a red ball.