She has a slim figure, thin shoulders, a plain waist, bright eyes and white teeth, and exquisite facial features. She wears a light green smoked sweater with a pleated skirt, and a gauze of the same color is draped over her elbows and dragged to the ground. She is elegant and free from dust.
There's something quite charming about it.
"Wow!" Many people praised, "It's so beautiful. Is that a fairy under the moon?"
Almost everyone was intoxicated, "I'm afraid the fairy is not as good as her!"
"I heard that she is Miss Feng Si from Changle Houfu. She is really a natural beauty..."
"It is said that Miss Fengsi broke away from the Changle Houfu last night. She is no longer Miss Fengsi. She is just Feng Jingyun..."
"So what? It is said that King Qi will give her a surprise tonight. She ranks fourth in the Changle Houfu, and she is just a concubine. What's the use? I think Feng Jingyun will be the Princess of Qi sooner or later. After becoming the Princess of Qi
That is the way to be high and high, and enjoy endless glory and wealth forever.”
"That's not necessarily true. How can Princess Qi be so good..." Someone just retorted, and someone immediately said, "What do you know? Prince Qi has been busy at Yuanyang Lake from morning to night today. Now Feng Si
The young lady showed up and made it clear that it was for her. Speaking of which, the fourth young lady is more beautiful than Tian Xian'er, and she and Prince Qi are truly a match made in heaven..."
There were many people and noisy voices, but Feng Jingyun's hearing was very good. He could clearly hear what people who were closer were saying.
Under the leadership of Yuanzi, she walked towards Jun Youqi.
Maid Jade understood the situation and stayed where she was.
Walking through the long red carpet, Feng Jingyun had an illusion, just like when she got married in modern times, she walked across the red carpet wearing a wedding dress and was then handed over to Sun Wenhao.
It was just a dream.
She once married Sun Wenhao in a dream, but the reality was that she died on the eve of the wedding.
"Yun'er!" The infinitely affectionate male voice pulled Feng Jingyun back from her thoughts.
Suddenly, he realized that Jun Youqi was already two steps away.
He wore a purple robe with gold embroidery and a jade crown on top. The skirt exposed in the purple robe was a luxurious bright yellow. The purple and gold matched each other, making him extraordinary noble.
A bright smile appeared on his face, and his usually mischievous smile was a little more serious. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Like a noble prince.
To be precise, he is indeed a prince.
Prince is a title for foreigners, he is a prince in ancient China.
Her eyes fell on the bouquet in his hand.
It was a bunch of nine red rose flowers mixed with white baby's breath, and then wrapped in bright yellow brocade cloth.
At first glance, it looks exactly like a bouquet of roses sold in a modern flower shop.
"For you." Jun Youqi handed the bouquet in front of her.
She took it and said, "Thank you." She counted the number of flowers and found exactly nine.
"Yun'er doesn't need to be polite."
"How did you get such a bouquet of flowers?" she asked lightly.
"I picked the hibiscus before and gave it to you, but you didn't accept it. I felt regretful." His bright eyes stared at her intently, "So, I wanted to give you another hibiscus, but I felt a little regretful.
The flowers were too monotonous, so I tied a bunch of them and picked them for a long time. No matter how I tied them, they couldn’t be coordinated. After studying for a long time, I found that the rose flowers were of moderate size and looked very beautiful with the stars. Then I wrapped them with a piece of yellow lining to make them even more beautiful.
Elegant. The nine roses represent the eternity between you and me."
Unexpectedly, a handsome guy from ancient times who didn't even know what handsome was could actually create a modern bouquet.
