Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 2071: Sovereign inheritance ceremony (1)

lnmao.org, the fastest update of the Seventh Miss Scrap: Master Emperor, tap the latest chapter!

The strong attitude of the ancestors, no matter who it is, he can understand the deep meaning.

Leng Fengying stopped her words.

The expression on his face is still gentle and calm.

But in the bottom of my eyes, there was a gleam of sharp light flashing.

What does this ancestor... mean?

Why, it seems to be trying to distinguish the relationship between the royal family and Ye Qingluo?

"The ancestors are so insightful, they can see through the real thoughts of the monarch at a glance."

Suddenly, a sweet and smiling voice came from the backyard of the garden.

I saw Ye Qingluo pacing leisurely small steps, with his hands behind him, walking slowly from the path in the backyard.

With that laid-back appearance, she couldn't see the dignity and tension that she was about to inherit the position of Sect Master of Sanquan Sect.

Ye Qingluo's dress today is also slightly more formal.

It is still a red dress.

But today, she has done a lot of work on the long skirt.

Different from normal days, there is no pattern at all.

The red dress she wore today was also embellished with silver scales, shining with brilliance.

He wore a blue silk that reached the hips, pulled up a simple sideburn, and inserted a simple cherry blossom hosta diagonally.

Appears extremely elegant and agile.

Standing on the high platform, the girl suddenly felt an extremely majestic aura.

Four words suddenly appeared in everyone's mind:

Nine! sky! mysterious! Female!

"You... why didn't you wear the clothes of the sovereign that the old man prepared for you!" Seeing that the night cleared, the old ancestor stood up suddenly, frowning his brows.

Ye Qingluo tilted her head and smiled wickedly and publicly: "I think it's more comfortable to wear your own clothes."

"Presumptuous!" The old ancestor looked angry, "On weekdays, you have your temper and your old body can be used to you. Today is such a solemn day, you are so presumptuous!"

Ye Qing raised her eyebrows. Facing the angry ancestor, the corner of her mouth twitched: "When did the ancestor get used to me?"

"Seven girl!" The ancestor seemed to have unexpectedly, that Ye Qingluo would lose her face in front of so many people.

Ye Qingluo took out his ears: "Old ancestor, I'm right next to you. I can hear you. Don't shout so loudly. Keep your voice. You have to express your thoughts about the new sovereign later."

The ancestor was trembling with anger, and his hand with a cane burst into blue veins.

Bei Ming followed and immediately took the arm of the ancestor, and said warmly: "Old ancestor, my concubine knows that you have not been able to rest well for several nights in order to prepare the costume of the lord for Miss Seven.

Miss Seven is only a fifteen-year-old child after all. If you like dark clothes, don't worry about children. "

Her voice is not loud, but not too small.

An appropriate and good explanation of the current situation.

"Old ancestors, today is the big day of Sanquan Sect, you, just smile, don't hold your face, scaring the younger generation." Bei Ming's persuaded again.

The expressions of the ancestors receded somewhat.

The hand holding the cane tightened.

Immediately, I raised my head and looked at Ye Qingluo, his eyes softened a bit: "It's nothing, I'm getting old, and I don't understand the color you young people like. Seven girls love to wear this dress, then wear this one. Let the clothes inherit the lordship."

After saying that, with the support of Bei Mingshi, he returned to his seat again.

Ye Qingluo didn't bother to care about her ancestors.

She turned her head and looked at Leng Fengying: "It looks like, in the eyes of outsiders, the monarch and I are called brothers and sisters, but it's just a reluctance."