The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 380 Someone ordered the magical medicinal flower
Shang Yi Tang

Miaoyuan walked over and reminded softly: "Brother, this is a woman's dress."

He likes it so much that people who don't know it think he wants to bring a set back for himself.

Hua Rong blinked and looked over, "I know, Junior Sister Miaoyuan, I chose this for you."

Miaoyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ever since she was a child, no man, not even her father, had ever chosen a dress for her. Sister Bai Chang and Lady Meng had always chosen it for her.

However, after being in the mountains for so long, she also missed her father, Sister Bai Chang and Lady Meng. I don’t know how they are living now. Is it boring to stay in hell?

"What do you think of this floral dress?" Huarong picked out a fancy dress from a pile of bright dresses.

Miaoyuan looked up and saw that the dress was so beautiful. The bright flowers circled around the skirt from top to bottom, all the way to the bottom of the skirt, and even dragged down a little to the tail of the skirt, which was so unique.

She had never seen a dress designed like this before. It didn't seem like they were used to serve people in the human world, but rather resembled the dress style of the fairy clan.

As expected, the words behind Huarong confirmed her guess.

"This seems to be made by the junior sisters of the Immortal Clan. The Immortal Clan people just like such bright and bright clothes, so that they can be identified at a glance even in a crowded place."

"Actually, at the end of the day..." Hua Rong put her dress back on, leaned close to her and whispered, "It's because they, the immortal tribe, love beauty."

"Pfft," Miaoyuan laughed directly, "Senior Brother Huarong really knows a lot."

He could actually know who made this style of dress, how it was made, and why it was made.

Huarong smiled and said, "I have been here for a long time, so naturally I can understand everything."

He also knew that most of the ghost tribe members liked black and red dresses. However, seeing that Miaoyuan wore very little, he felt that everyone's aesthetics were different.

Miaoyuan nodded, "I understand, thank you, Brother Huarong, but I don't like this style of dress, it doesn't suit me."

Such bright and eye-catching dresses are indeed suitable for the fair-looking and generous people of the Immortal Clan.

She was not suitable for it, and she had never thought of trying this.

Huarong immediately understood what she meant, turned around and led her towards the row of carved cabinets, which were the plainest and least visited. "Then take a look at these. You will definitely like these."

The hanging style, fabric, and color of the innermost row of dresses are relatively elegant, plain, and unobtrusive, but the special embroidery method is the same as the dresses next to it, making it unique.

So Junior Sister Miaoyuan might like this kind of dress.

Miaoyuan followed him towards the cabinet. Countless floral dresses passed through her eyes. Suddenly, she was attracted by a blue-purple cinnabar dress.

The skirt was hung high on the left side of the cabinet. The color and color scheme looked very clean, elegant, elegant and dignified. It is matched with a neatly embroidered heart jacket of the same color, with a lifelike Manzhu Shahua, which is the ghost flower of their ghost tribe, embroidered on it. It uses complicated lock embroidery, which looks delicate and exquisite in workmanship and rich in color. It has clear layers and is very beautiful.

The blue petticoat made below is swaying on the floor, and it seems that you can see how elegant and dignified you look wearing this skirt at a glance. The entire length of the blue-purple gauze skirt and outer robe reached an inch above the hem of the petticoat, enough to cover the knees.

Miaoyuan thinks the style of this dress suits her and she likes it very much. Before she spoke, Huarong could already see the joy in her eyes.

Huarong smiled and said, "Do you like this one?"

Miaoyuan nodded noncommittally, she really liked it, and the ghost flower embroidered on it was also her favorite.

"Okay, let's take this one." Hua Rong started to take off this one. By chance, Luo Ying, who put down her dress in the basin and walked downstairs, saw her and opened her eyes wide.

"That one is not allowed!"

Luo Ying hurriedly ran down. She was dying. Didn't she take this piece off? Who put it up again? She was dying.

Huarong didn't understand why she was so panicked, "What's wrong? Didn't we agree that all the clothes hanging out in the Shang Yi Hall were not reserved?"

Luo Ying ran so fast that she almost lost her breath, "No... no, this one has been reserved and has been taken down today. It may have been put on by other disciples by mistake."

Already booked...

Miaoyuan lowered her head in disappointment. It turned out that she had already been booked.

"How, how could this be a mistake?" Seeing Miaoyuan's loss, Hua Rong had to argue no matter what. She finally caught something that the kid was interested in, so how could she let it go so easily. Seeing his persistence, Luo Ying knew that he was really interested in this dress, so in order to avoid unnecessary disputes, she went to take it off.

So Luoying didn't want to argue with him, so she reached out to take it off, but Huarong was a step faster.

"Senior Brother Huarong!" Luo Ying's tone was obviously flustered.

Huarong turned around quickly, took off the dress with quick eyes and hands, and held it in her arms.

He insisted: "Who made the reservation? I will discuss it with her and I will exchange it with other treasures for her."

"Ouch! How is this possible?!" Luo Ying was extremely anxious, "No, Senior Brother Huarong, this is really something someone else has booked in advance. I really can't give this to you."

It is not easy to resell the clothes you pre-ordered to other people midway.

Huarong hugged the dress without letting go, with a bit of a child's stubborn mentality, "Why can't you give it to me? I like this one. I can trade it with her for other treasures."

"You really can't do that, Senior Brother Huarong!" Luo Ying's anxious eyes were about to burst into flames. If she didn't still have some sense, she might have taken action to rob him.

Why can't I talk to him? All the clothes ordered in their Shangyitang are absolutely not allowed to be resold. If Senior Sister Fanlu finds out about this, her legs will be broken.

Miaoyuan stepped forward, slightly tugged on Huarong's clothes and whispered: "Senior Brother Huarong, please put it back. I don't need it anymore, and I don't like it very much."

Huarong turned to glance at her, her eyes widened, "Why don't you like it? You clearly liked this just now -"

"I don't like it." Miaoyuan interrupted him and grabbed it.

"Eh, junior sister?" Hua Rong wanted to stop her but it was too late.

After Miaoyuan grabbed the dress, she handed it to Luo Ying in front of her. She bowed her head and apologized: "We didn't know that this dress had been reserved by other senior sisters. I'm very sorry. Brother Huarong didn't mean it. please forgive."

Luoying was a little surprised. Did she return the dress to her so politely?

She thought she was going to be here today. After all, she heard that the little highness of the ghost clan was so noble and arrogant that even Senior Sister Yuntong and Junior Brother Moqi were defeated by her. Unexpectedly, she would return the dress to her so easily and apologize to her so sincerely.

It was hard for Luo Ying to imagine that this was the rumored little Highness of the Ghost Tribe whom everyone avoided.

Hua Rong was quite disappointed when she saw that the dress was returned, "What should you do, junior sister?"

She obviously liked this dress very much, he was not wrong.

Miaoyuan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What should I do? There are a lot of dresses here, and I like that one too."

She turned around casually and pointed at a dress behind her, trying to resolve the current embarrassment. But she didn't expect that when she really saw the style of the dress on her finger, she would be even more embarrassed.

It was finished, it was a fairy-style dark red embroidered robe with a curved train, and a black twill brocade dress underneath, with a black jade belt tied in the middle to tighten the waist. It was a style that was incompatible with her.

Not only did she realize it, but Hua Rong also felt that it didn't suit her. "Junior sister, are you sure you like that one?"

It doesn't look like the clothes she's wearing.

Miaoyuan turned around bravely, "Yeah...ah, I, I want that one."

The words have been spoken, even if you don’t like them you still have to like them.

"Okay, whatever junior sister says will be whatever it is." Hua Rong proudly took out a cloth bag containing a treasure from her space spirit ring and prepared to pay.

"Junior sister Luoying, who made that dress? What is the treasure marked on it?"

Luo Ying glanced at the dress, thought for a moment, and said quickly: "Junior sister Wanyan made it. Her condition is just one medicinal herb."

"Herbs?" Huarong paused for a moment. If he remembered correctly, the baby Butou in his hand seemed to have a few herbs that could stop bleeding.

Let him look for it. Hua Rong lowered her head to look for the medicinal herbs, and suddenly she saw a small hand beside her suddenly stretched out, "Is this okay? The magical medicinal flower of our ghost tribe."

Luo Ying: "??!"

Huarong: "?!!"