Dressed in the white moonlight of the blind prince

Chapter 8 Flower Conference (5)

"Oh, my little ancestor, what are you still looking at?" The old bustard pulled Hanyue to sit in front of the dressing table, and said to Ruizhu who came in with him, "Ruizhu, hurry up and help clean up. "

Under the supervision of the old bustard, Rui Zhu quickly put on a light makeup for Han Yue.

Originally, a face that could only be regarded as delicate and pretty, under the makeup, it turned out to be exceptionally brilliant. Her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. Looking at herself in the mirror, Han Yue suddenly felt that this person was not herself. She seemed to be looking at herself in the mirror. I saw another, another beautiful face.

Now that the man in black no longer appears, it is still necessary to make money.

So Hanyue came to participate in this flower meeting again.

The Flower Conference is nothing more than comparing looks, talents, and creativity.

"It's finally time for Miss Wushuang to come on stage. I've been waiting for such a long time." Someone in the audience sighed, which immediately aroused a lot of echoes.

"Yes, it's been another year since I saw Miss Wushuang's grace."

"I don't know what kind of talent Miss Wushuang is preparing for this year."

"Anyway, whatever Miss Wushuang does is good."

. . . . . .

There was a man sitting far away from the stage. His black hair was loose, and it was only loosely wrapped around his shoulders by a hair band. His white clothes were spotless. His demeanor seemed to be that of a nobleman, but the seat he was sitting in It is really unexpected that he is a prince and grandson, very far away from the main stage, and he is a bit biased.

Standing beside the man was the little brother driving the carriage, presumably the young man in white was the person in the carriage.

He wasn't eager to see that unparalleled girl like the others, he just sipped the tea lightly, as if he came here just to drink this cup of ordinary tea that couldn't be more ordinary.

Suddenly there was a roar of applause, the man put down the teacup, and called out lightly: "Qingfeng."

"Master, it's that Wushuang girl who came to the stage." Qingfeng also replied calmly, without feeling surprised.

Hanyue standing on the stage is petite and lovely, a black dress is very eye-catching in the pile of bright red and purple, the skirt is very long and large, falling on the ground layer by layer, occasionally the wind will lift the sleeves, it is very elegant .

The sleeves of the dress were wide, blown up by the wind, the thin and thin shoulders were exposed, and the skin as white as fat was extraordinarily pure in the black clothes.

But her face was wearing a veil, it was still a black veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but her bright eyes were alluring, not flattering, even a little deserted, but so attractive, like a magnet, so attractive that people couldn't move her. open your eyes.

"How?" asked the man in white.

"One, um..." Qingfeng didn't know how to describe this woman, so she could only say, "A very special woman."

He didn't use beauty, coquettishness, stunning beauty, and allure. . . . . .Any word, but used 'special'.

"Yeah." The man in white took another sip from the cup of tea, "If it's not special, I can't win the championship for five consecutive years."

His words were indifferent, and his expression was also casual. Qingfeng looked at his master and thought, maybe it was because he had been bored in Cangshan for too long, so he wanted to have fun when he first came back to the imperial capital. Their prince has never cared about anything , always look like nothing to do with oneself.

Even when the old concubine passed away, he just went back to the emperor's capital for a face-to-face meeting, and then returned to Cangshan.

(End of this chapter)