She looked at the rows of clothes and jewelry, and before she even tried them on, she felt like her head was about to grow.
Isn’t this too exaggerated?
Although, Yun Luo also understood what Emperor Cangyun meant.
The identity she attends tonight is not an ordinary warrior, but Princess Jing.
Just like Jun Wuchen, when they stand together, they represent the Cangyun royal family.
Since it is the royal family, there must be no lack of arrogance. You can't just put a sack on it and go to the palace in front of guests from the other three countries and your own ministers, right?
That seems a bit rude.
Yun Luo can understand these etiquette rules and finds it pleasing to see others dress up carefully.
But if it falls on you, it won’t be a pleasant feeling.
"This is too much."
Yun Luo walked forward and picked up a skirt. He couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes, "Such a long skirt, so many laces, ribbons and long sleeves. I tripped three or four times while walking ten meters."
Right?"
"Pfft——"
Long San almost failed, but he hurriedly held back, suppressing laughter until his face turned red.
"Ahem, that's not the case. All the women in the palace dress like this. The princess just needs to pay more attention."
Yun Luo said speechlessly: "The women in the palace take three steps and stop for a moment. They are all weak. Do you think I can learn from them?"
"Princess, just be careful and slow down and you'll be fine."
Long San looked at her with encouraging eyes, "You can do it, my subordinates believe in you!"
Yun Luo: "..."
Thank you very much. It’s not a big deal to watch the fun, right?
Yun Luo didn't believe that she could put on such a complicated palace dress, with her head full of jingling jewelry, her neck hurt just thinking about it.
Moreover, she was going to fight someone tonight. If she really followed Emperor Cangyun's request and dressed like this to fight, wouldn't that mean lighting a lantern in a manhole and looking for death?
Yun Luo complained in her heart and was about to refuse.
Jun Wuchen just came over.
Yun Luo turned to look at him, and her eyes lit up.
I saw Jun Wuchen wearing a chic and elegant black robe, which also had wide sleeves and large hem, but the style was simple and beautiful.
There are dark gold embroidery patterns on the collar, cuffs and other places, and the waist is tightly tied with a wide-brimmed belt of the same dark gold color. The whole figure immediately looks as slender as jade, with an attractive narrow waist.
This outfit is not much different from what he usually wears, but the details are more refined. To show his noble status, a layer of dark gold gauze is also covered with a dark robe.
The gauze dress is as thin as strands of gold. When the light shines on it, it sparkles, making it so luxurious and noble that it catches the eye.
Yun Luo looked back and forth several times from head to toe, and then from toe to head, and a proud smile couldn't help but appear in his eyes.
Such a handsome and noble man belongs to her!
Just thinking about it makes you feel good.
Jun Wuchen walked up to her. His long black hair was erected on top of his head with a golden crown, and dark red silk threads hung down. With the black hair flowing down his shoulders, the strong color impact made it more and more apparent that the half of his face under the mask was as white as jade, with smooth contours.
Not beautiful, her purple phoenix eyes are so charming and frightening.
Yun Luo watched without blinking.
"The saliva is going to flow down."
Jun Wuchen lowered his eyes to look at her, then suddenly reached out and touched her red lips with his white fingertips.
Yun Luo touched his mouth reflexively, then stared, "Where is the saliva?"
Jun Wuchen curled his lips and smiled, blinking at her: "Does it look good?"
"It's not bad, it just looks a little better than usual."
Yunluo Liuliu raised her eyebrows slightly, with a smile in her eyes, but she didn't admit it in her mouth.