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In the middle of the square is a huge rectangular circle, which is covered with colorful ribbons.

People around the square took the initiative to form a column and went there one by one to get the ribbon.

"Court yuan." Yanhuai put the handkerchief away and put it into his arms. "You also go to line up and take a silk belt back. You can take whatever you like."

Since Yan Huai said yes, the court yuan did not ask much, and nodded to get it.

TingYang holding the sword went to Yan Huai side, looking at the court yuan pulling clothes to line up.

"Young master, is Ting yuan so good? What ecstasy did you give him? "

Yan Huai squinted at him and asked, "do you envy?"

TingYang's smile disappeared immediately.

He rolled his eyes in anger and didn't know what to say.

Even if the court yuan hates him, now even Yanhuai wants to hate him. He is a bodyguard who has no face!

Ah! This pair of smelly men!

Qingqiu border has a small population, and there are not many fox people who reach the age of 100 every year.

Court yuan did not wait for a moment to take a colorful ribbon back, skipping back to Yan Huai side.

"Young master! The ribbon you want Court yuan happily handed things to Yan Huai, "there are too many colors. I'm too lazy to choose, so I took a colorful one."

Yanhuai took the ribbon from his hand, took his hand and tied it around his wrist several times.

"Tie it to me?" Court yuan is puzzled.

"Yes, I'll tie it for you." Yanhuai took his hand with a ribbon and pulled him across the crowd to the other side.

Some of the people around the square came to see the excitement, and some were parents accompanying their children.

Surrounded by people crowded, Yan Huai block in front of the court yuan, with him from the crowd through the gap.

There are too many people, but Tingyuan doesn't feel any discomfort.

Because Yan Huai has been tightly pulling his wrist, has been using the body to protect him.

The ribbon on Tingyuan's wrist still has a long section of ribbon hanging down, which is squeezed into deformation from time to time.

It's not easy to squeeze out of the crowd, Yan huaicai let him go.

The colored ribbon was blown up by the wind, and accidentally wound around their hands.

"This way." Yanhuai leads Tingyuan to shuttle on the shelves with robes in rows.

Ting yuan didn't understand what this was about.

It's ribbon binding and robe selection. What's the point?

Rehearse ahead of time for the wedding? Experience the happy moment of marriage in advance?

The court yuan is at a loss.

Tingyuan is confused.

Yan Huai chose a robe with blue and white totem patterns embroidered on it.

Most people chose blue and white totem robes, but Yan Huai chose this Navy one for Tingyuan.

There is a subtle difference between navy blue and black. Black is too deep and serious, while navy has a little tenderness under the solemnity.

Tingyuan itself is relatively thin, and a dark blue robe on the coat of the three layers of clothing will not appear abrupt.

Wearing dark clothes on Tingyuan, his soft and glutinous temperament is covered a lot.

Tingyuan gives people the feeling has always been that kind of lovely and clever, sometimes ancient spirit is strange, very likable.

Because of this, when Yan Huai asked people to make clothes for him, he always chose a more lively light color system.

He did not expect Tingyuan to wear dark clothes, the visual impact can be so big.

His dark clothes made Tingyuan's skin more white, but his dark eyes were especially deep.

"What is this for?" Tingyuan asked.

Yan Huai looked at his innocent look and suddenly wanted to kiss him.