Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Song Yu opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was an antique curtain.

He woke up suddenly, sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in a trance, thinking that he was dreaming.

At this time, he should have fallen asleep on the sofa in his living room, but the soft silk mattress under his body felt so real to the touch.

"Are you awake? Change your clothes, go see the prince and concubine later, let them see if you look good..."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged woman dressed in ancient costume, holding a pink luxurious dress in her hand, and came to him.

Song Yu shrank back to the corner of the bed warily, then looked down at her flat chest, wondering, isn't she a woman?This skirt is for him?

"Excuse me, who are you? Where is this? I'm not a woman, and I don't wear this dress."

His reaction seemed to be within the expectation of the middle-aged woman. She didn't even bat an eyelid, but she just put the clothes on him without hesitation, "Song Yu, you won't get your head smashed when you come, right? The princess told me Let them be gentle when they kidnap you, alas, the boss is not reliable in doing things rough."

Listening to her words, Song Yu also noticed that there were red marks on his body from being pulled by the rope. It seemed that he was forcibly tied here.But what surprised him the most was that this woman actually knew her own name?

Seeing him shrinking into a ball and refusing to change his clothes properly, the woman was a little annoyed, and finally she was willing to explain more: "Let me tell you, you are the illegitimate son of King Fusui today, but you have lived among the people since childhood. Now our Fourth Miss , Song Yuyun, the Princess of Pingle, is missing, but now the Princess has just married the fourth prince, so yesterday, the people from the Palace tied you here. I am the nurse of the Little Princess, the person who knows her best, Qing Aunt—don’t tell me, you really look like Miss in seventy to eighty percent.”

The fourth prince, Yin Fan, had paralyzed his limbs when he was young, and usually stayed in his room or in a wheelchair.

If the news of Song Yuyun's disappearance spread, the Holy One would think that the daughter of the Fusui royal family disliked his prince.

That's why King Fusui wanted to find someone to marry her instead. Not only that, but the treacherous and cunning he also had other plans.

Knowing that she was going to marry a woman, Song Yu naturally refused. Not only did she throw away the women's clothing in her hand, but she also struggled to get off the ground, trying to get out the door.

It's just that the palace is heavily guarded, and special guards have been arranged outside the door. As soon as Song Yu opened the door, he was stopped by a row of guards with weapons.

Several people surrounded him, and when he turned his head, Aunt Qing, who was holding the clothes, came angrily and twisted his arm.

"Silly boy, why are you running away! Do you think you can escape from the palace? I advise you not to toast or eat fine wine."

Song Yu cried out in pain, and was about to refute something, but suddenly passed out.

There seemed to be Aunt Qing's angry face and the indifferent gaze of the guards in front of her eyes, Song Yu closed her eyes and fluttered in the air a few times, with lingering fear in her heart.

"Xiao Yu? Wake up, the sofa is cold, go back to your room and sleep, you child, why is it so difficult to wake up."

Song Yu's mother shook him vigorously to wake him up. Seeing his familiar mother, Song Yu took a careful look at the modern designed homes around him, heaved a long sigh of relief, and thought fortunately, it was indeed a dream just now, but why did he Will you have this ancient dream of marrying in place of a woman?Watch too many TV shows?He is a serious modern man.

Just returning to the room and lying down, Song Yu looked at his arm on a whim, but found that there were bright red pinch marks and bruises from the rope across his wrist, without any trace of forgery.

Originally, such a surprising thing happened, he should not fall asleep again, but the strong drowsiness hit him, and he closed his eyes again.

Opening his eyes again, Song Yu was tied to a chair, it was still a familiar room, and Aunt Qing was staring at him closely waiting for him to wake up.When Song Yu saw her, she became confused again. How could she still be doing serial dramas in her dreams?

It's just that at this time, he has been changed into women's clothing, his chest is still stuffed, and his waist is tightly bound so that he is as slender as a woman.Regardless of his struggle, Aunt Qing put on makeup for him with a powder box in her hand.

Song Yu is an absolute straight man, and he can't understand her movements, but he also knows that his face must look very beautiful. He looked in the mirror, turned around and opened the door.

Song Yu struggled to look at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help being startled. Suddenly, he felt a heartbeat... because the woman in the mirror is really beautiful and delicate, and it is different from his original appearance, but if you look carefully , and indeed all his facial features.

"My lord, take a look, does this kid look okay?" Accompanied by the sound of opening the door, Aunt Qing's voice sounded again.

With a slightly heavy step, a middle-aged man in a luxurious official uniform appeared against the light, and a black shadow was reflected on the ground. Song Yu turned his head and guessed that this was Song Zhan, King of Fusui.

Seeing Song Yu tied to the chair, King Fusui's eyes lit up, looked around him, and nodded repeatedly.

Originally, I thought that even if a man pretends to be a woman, there must be some disobedience, but he was originally slender, with delicate facial features, and under Aunt Qing's make-up skills comparable to disguise, even his biological father felt different from him. Song Yuyun is very similar.

Being scrutinized by King Fusui as a commodity, Song Yu felt hairy, and turned his head away with a cold snort, which didn't give him a good face.

King Fusui, who had always been aloof, also lowered his gaze, showed his usual oppressive aura, and sat on the top seat looking down at him.

"Although you have been growing up in the private sector, this is your chance to return to the Song family. You are disguised as a woman to marry my fourth daughter, Song Yuyun. Do you know?"

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