Many people were already standing at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. When Nangong Yanran arrived, Nangong Yanxue had already arrived. After this morning's tossing, she was indeed very different from usual. Her black hair was half draped on her shoulders, and a pink glazed hairpin was inserted sideways.
In the black hair, the white pearls dotted next to it are like dots of stars in the night sky. There are also pink glass earrings on the tender white earlobes. The white and pink clothes echo this exquisite headdress, but the face
In Nangong Yanran's opinion, the makeup was too thick.
Let’s not talk about her makeup, Nangong Yanran’s appearance really shocked everyone.
"Why did you come out like this?" The first person to speak was Nangong Rui. He wasted his efforts and was not wearing any clothes. "Who are the people dressing up the Sixth Miss today? Pull them all to death!" Nangong Rui said as he wished.
There was a loud clanking sound, and now that it was like this, I felt very angry.
"Wait a minute!" Nangong Yanran knew he did it on purpose, "I don't like dressing up, I don't blame them."
"Our Sixth Miss is so confident that we have already concluded in our hearts that we can be selected as the princess even if we are not slovenly!"
At this time, the Fourth Madam actually spoke. Wasn't this meant to be a joke to her? She hoped that her daughter would be selected, and now she had nothing to worry about Nangong Yanran's virtue.
"After hearing what you said, I also feel a little rude. Why don't I dress up now and don't let others laugh."
Now that Nangong Yanran was about to go back, it really made the fourth lady want to slap herself.
"There's no time, hurry up and get in the carriage!" How could Nangong Rui not know that she did it on purpose? She can't care so much now. After all, she is still pretty. It just depends on luck.
"Sister, you are still a beauty even if you are not dressed up." Nangong Yanxue came over and pretended to be affectionate and said, "I still don't know whose position the princess belongs to."
I don't know why, although she said she was pretending to be affectionate, the following words made Nangong Yanran feel weird, and she didn't mean to argue.
"If your sister gets the position of princess, just don't forget her."
In this way, the two "deeply affectionate" sisters got on the carriage under the attention of everyone and headed towards the huge birdcage.
Call the Cloud Pavilion.
As soon as you enter the yard, you can hear crackling sounds inside the house. Isn't it the almost forgotten fourth lady Nangong Yanyun?
The death of her own mother had already been a huge blow to her, and now she couldn't participate in the concubine selection because of her injuries that day. How could she not be angry? She had just been able to get out of the house in the past two days and it was difficult to even walk out of the house.
Her son's things became her cannon fodder.
"Nangong Yanran, bitch! Bitch!" Nangong Yanyun cursed and threw her, as if she was the one holding her, wishing that she would be thrown to pieces.
Originally, everyone thought that the first choice for the princess would be the fourth lady of the prime minister's house. She was a noble lady, the daughter of the prime minister's house, the apple of the eye of the prime minister, and was as beautiful as a flower, charming and enchanting. But now she can only stay in the house.
She was sitting there, watching helplessly those rouge and vulgar fans choosing concubines. In her opinion, the culprit that caused all this was Nangong Yanran. How could she not be angry?