Chapter 89： The consciousness of Bai Yan (1/2)

On this day, March 3, Shanghai Festival.

On this day, everyone is wearing plain clothes. The Buddhists should earnestly ask for the sincerity of the Buddha, with the bodhisattva on their heads, and everyone naturally has some scruples.

On the third day of the festival, activities such as walking green, spring bathing, sacrifice, and flowing water are all performed in Quanshan Bodhi Temple.

On this day, Chunge and Lian Yi dress up for Bai Yan. But Bai Yan usually loves light-colored clothes and hair accessories. Both of them are familiar with her simple clothes and can turn into flowers.

Bai Zhi wears only white clothes, her skirt is embroidered with a few delicate plum flowers, and her heart is red. The interweaving of red and white adds a finishing touch to a plain white, simple yet elegant.

Three thousand green silk is only made of a pure white jade, and the **** is a carved white magnolia.

After being properly packed, Chun Ge helped out of the yard. In front of the courtyard, Bai Yu was ready, and she talked and laughed with his wife, Bai Yi, looking at the bright smile on Bai Yu's face, suddenly felt a bit dazzling.

Oh, how stupid I was before I didn't see the true face of Baiyu. Such clumsy acting skills have deceived myself for so many years, it is really ridiculous!

Bai Yu wore a light pink skirt to look at the fairy, and she wore a lamb fat jasmine. This dress is a lot simpler than what she usually wears. The whole person looks cute and pretty, and it is too different from usual style.

I have to say that Bai Yu still has a pitiful face. Look, didn't she lie to her for so many years for this deceptive face?

Bai Yan sneered in his heart. Suddenly Bai Yu saw Bai Yan who was standing quietly beside him, and turned her head to see her. Despite the simple clothes, the temperament of the body is noticeable when you stand there.

There was a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but she passed quickly. There was still a sweet smile: ”My sister's clothes, my sister is envious.” Whether it is true or false, at least he must be able to live in face.

Bai Xixiang, who has been carrying both hands without saying a word, also returned to God with Bai Yu's ”sister” and looked at her. Seeing her in white clothes wins snow, her eyes widened in amazement. I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end I still smiled and called gently: ”Sir.”

Bai Yan bowed slightly, saluting his wife and wife. She looked at Bai Yu, chuckled, and looked at her seriously: ”Sister, has always been cute.” Poor nobody loves.

Xu is euphemism for Bai Yan's words, and he made fun of her secretly and teased her in a way that she couldn't hear the second meaning. Bai Yu didn't notice it either. He was very fond of the praise of Bai Yan in his heart, and smiled shamefully.

After all, which woman does not like to listen to people boasting about their beauty? And in Bai Yu's bones, he was very concerned about appearance.

Today's Shangli Festival, it is not appropriate to show off and spend extravagance. Everything that was prepared in the old mansion was simplified, and even the carriages of the Prime Minister ’s house were replaced with simple agarwood. Although the style is simple, it is not cheap, after all, although it cannot be luxurious or shabby.

The big families who got on the stage in the open and in the dark will compete in secret, no one will lose face. Therefore, although the carriage was replaced with agarwood, the number was not reduced. The prime minister thinks from many aspects, but still feels that he uses two carriages.