Sure enough, the basin of water just now made Ling Ziliang catch a cold. After all, he was lifted up by Yan Junqing without any effort, like a little chicken, and he was still a drowned rat.

Meng Xian turned around and ignored Ling Ziliang. He took out a set of clothes from a package embroidered with a violet. It was a set of clothes with a purple background and several strange and unknown flowers embroidered on it. He threw it into Ling Ziliang's arms with one hand.

In the middle, Ling Zixiang held this suit of clothes curiously, turning it up and down to look at it.

"This dress is obviously a dress worn by girls!" Ling Ziliang's eyes widened, something strange appeared in his eyes. He wanted to make his expression normal, but the more he endured, the more weird he became. Meng Xian yelled

: “Have you ever seen a skirt of this style?”

Ling Ziliang was helpless. He picked up the two corners of the clothes again, shook them out and looked at them carefully. It was indeed a men's robe, but! The flowers on this clothes don't match him, don't they?

The delicate silk threads were sewn stitch by stitch by the embroiderer, and judging from the many good satins he had seen, it seemed that more than a little thought had gone into the patterns on this dress.

The stitches and threads on it are exquisite to the extreme, as if every section of the line has their original position. Each inconspicuous stitch, under the fine workmanship, shines on this dress, and the workmanship is even more ingenious.

However, this pattern seemed to belong to that young and beautiful woman, and Meng Xian actually brought something like this to him to wear!

"How can I be such a girl!" Ling Ziliang held the clothes with two fingers in disgust and threw them on Meng Xian's bed. Then he stopped looking at the thing and looked at it like garbage, which irritated Meng Xian.

Meng Xian's breathing obviously had a slight ups and downs. He took a deep breath, exhaled, inhaled, and then warned himself not to be the same as Ling Ziliang, otherwise he would definitely lose many, many years of his life!

Meng Xian Duanhua looked cold and turned to look at Ling Ziliang sitting opposite him on the bed. Ling Ziliang raised the corners of his lips and lowered his eyes dissatisfied. A long line of eyelashes cast a clear shadow in a pair of clear eyes, but somehow,

It has a cool taste, a kind of cleanness that wants to destroy people.

At this time, Meng Xian must have hated Ling Ziliang so much that he gritted his teeth!

"Ling Ziliang, if you don't want to change your clothes, get out of here." Meng Xian resisted his impulse and swayed his charming figure. After standing still, he raised his arms like water and pointed at the open window.

If he doesn't want to change, he can just wear his own clothes and go out from here! Otherwise, he will get anxious and angry!

"Meng Xian, don't be angry...are you changing clothes? It's easy to talk...let's talk slowly." Ling Ziliang quickly moved his hands and shook his head like a rattle. He didn't want to go out. He finally came up and didn't achieve anything.

He will definitely not go out if the matter is serious, he will have to stay here!

Moreover, he could no longer wear the clothes he was wearing.

Change! Must change! How can he get out of here if he doesn't change? Moreover, wearing this outfit will inevitably attract some unnecessary glances and make people gossip. After all, he is also a noble prince, how could he be reduced to such an embarrassing situation.
Chapter completed!