escape love sign

Chapter 317 Draft
As Hua Ya expected, there was a talent show in the city, and the young girls from various families lined up in a long queue waiting for the painter to paint their portraits, with coquettish and pleasant smiles on their faces.

Hua Ya muttered in a low voice: "Didn't the novel say that ordinary people are very afraid that their daughters will be forcibly conscripted into beautiful women, and enter the palace to live a lonely life. Why are there so many people vying to enter the palace?"

"Who made the emperor of the dynasty so handsome? I'm afraid all the women who have seen him will be obsessed with him."

"So that's the case, um, I can understand!" Hua Ya nodded seriously, thinking that she was also fascinated by Ji Qiancheng's arrogance and nobleness back then, and her nose bleeds.

Just imagine, if you can fly out of the thatched hut and become a phoenix, and share the bed with such a peerless handsome man every day, even if it is going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, what a big deal!

Hua Ya walked into a rather dignified clothing workshop, the shopkeeper stopped his hands that were counting, and looked at Hua Ya with a smile: "This girl, what kind of clothes do you want?"

Hua Ya looked around and suddenly saw a young girl about her age standing in the corner.

Her complexion is fair, her eyes are bright, her pink lips are as delicate and sweet as rose petals, most of her long black hair is loose, and the rest of her hair is tied up in a small bun with white gauze. Swaying gently in the breeze, she is definitely an out-and-out beauty.And she was fiddling with a goose-yellow dress that was spread on the table.This long skirt has a very special shape. The solid-colored fabric is covered with thin snow gauze, and the transparent gauze is embroidered with small yellow snowflakes. The skirt is rolled into lilies with layers of soft gauze. , softly embellished a row, like a beautiful memory blooming in spring.

Hua Ya's eyes lit up, she jumped over and picked up the dress, her eyes sparkled: "This dress is so beautiful!"

"Of course, this is a style designed by my daughter herself," the shopkeeper said triumphantly, pointing to a row of skirts on the wooden shelf, "these are all unique items, there is only one of the same color, there are absolutely no two identical."

(End of this chapter)