Xintang also noticed the strange airflow around her, and her cheeks were so embarrassed that she was slightly red.

But Jun Moli ignored the surprised gazes around him and said quietly in her ear:

"If it were you, it would be more beautiful... But I can only wear it home and show it to me!"

He still remembers that in the mountains, in the drizzle, she was wearing a cheongsam and standing on the stone arch bridge with an oil paper umbrella. It was so beautiful that it was much more beautiful than the warm fragrance on this platform.

The two of them smiled knowingly and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

Of course, this outfit is not eye-catching, but after a cup of tea, two rows of women came up one after another.

They are all slit cheongsams, but the colors and styles are different, but they look pretty good when worn on them.

These cheongsams were made by Xintang for a lot of money and overnight by several tailor shops in Qingliu.

Although the details cannot be perfectly crafted like modern times, for these ancient people who have never seen cheongsams and have always regarded wide sleeves as beautiful, this kind of high-neck, sleeveless, close-fitting, and slit-slit, and secretly called it a miracle.

Of course, these just highlight the warm fragrance of the beautiful and beautiful scenery. The difference is that everyone's makeup looks like a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a slim and a

Most women know how to wear heavy makeup, but warm fragrance is light makeup. The red lips are pink like Danxia, ​​which highlights her skin as beautiful as jade.

Just as everyone was talking and breathing, the dozen or so women walked in a half-moon shape to surround the warm fragrance in the middle.

Like the stars holding the moon, all eyes fell on Nuanxiang, who was sitting in the middle holding the pipa, jogging and jogging.

I saw her eyes slowly sweeping the audience, and her slender hands casually stroking out a series of smooth notes, which suddenly calmed down the whispers below the audience.
Chapter completed!