Chapter 69: Changing Clothes for a Counterattack, the Pure Tang Dynasty Princess

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Facing the internet celebrity's mockery and the mocking gazes of the photographers around, Lin Xuan did not lose his temper.

Arguing with an internet celebrity who abandons their bottom line for traffic in a public place only lowers oneself to the other party's level.

Lin Xuan looked down.

Xiao Sizi was equally calm.

She was not scared into crying by the shoving just now, nor did she feel shy because of the other party's laughter.

She simply stared quietly at the "Tang suit" on the internet celebrity.

What flowed in her eyes was indifference, like looking at a shoddy toy.

That disdain of a superior for a clown was carved into her very bones.

"Sizi, are you angry?" Lin Xuan asked.

"I'm not angry."

"Fake is fake; wearing it, you look like a clown on a beam."

The internet celebrity's face changed; her face, covered in thick powder, became hard to hold: "What did you say?"

Lin Xuan reached out to put his arm around Xiao Sizi's shoulder, not even looking at the internet celebrity again.

He turned around, leaving his back to those flashing lenses.

In the innermost part of the exhibition hall, in a corner without any flashlights or noisy sounds, an antique wooden archway stood quietly.

Hanging on the archway was a heavy wooden plaque: Cloud Brocade Heavenly Robe — Ancient Method Tang Dynasty Textile Restoration Handmade Customization.

There were no models in the display stand, only several huge wooden looms and a few sets of lustrous silk long skirts hanging on hangers.

Lin Xuan held Xiao Sizi's hand and walked towards that quiet corner.

"Let's go, brother will take you to change clothes."

Lin Xuan held Xiao Sizi and stopped in front of a booth built entirely of wood.

A middle-aged woman with her hair in a bun sat behind the booth.

She wore reading glasses and held an extremely fine bone needle in her hand.

She was threading a needle on a piece of moon-white fabric.

The noise of the outside world seemed cut off from here.

Lin Xuan walked forward, his gaze falling on a wooden mannequin on the side.

It was a child-sized Qi Xiong Ruju.

A pomegranate-red skirt hem, paired with a very pale goose-yellow upper robe, with a dark green sash draped over the arm.

"Boss, take this set down for a try," Lin Xuan spoke up.

The middle-aged woman stopped her needlework, pushed her reading glasses up her nose, and sized up Lin Xuan and Xiao Sizi from head to toe.

"Hand-sewn, ancient method plant dyeing, the material is mulberry silk."

"Let's say it beforehand, no bargaining, twenty-six thousand."

"Children wear it, easy to ruin."

Lin Xuan said no nonsense, took out his Mobile Phone, and aimed it at the QR code on the corner of the table.

A crisp "Beep" sound rang out.

The payment success prompt sound came out.

The woman froze for half a second.

She put down the bone needle and stood up.

She carefully took down that set of Ruju and walked in front of Xiao Sizi.

"Come with me into the changing room," the woman took Xiao Sizi's hand.

Lin Xuan pulled over a low stool and sat down, waiting.

Fifteen minutes later.

The coarse cloth curtain of the changing room was pushed open from the inside.

Lin Xuan raised his head.

His breath stopped in his chest for a beat.

Xiao Sizi walked out slowly.

On her feet were a pair of matching Silk Soft-soled Shoes.

The pomegranate-red skirt body hung down to her ankles, the silk fabric perfectly fitting her slender figure.

The female boss had loosened two of her hair buns for her, tying them into a hanging style.

Xiao Sizi stopped in front of Lin Xuan, pinching the edge of the dark green sash with two fingers, and gently gathered it into her arm.

After smoothing the skirt hem, her arms hung down naturally.

The series of movements was like flowing clouds and water.

As if this set of clothes grew on her body.

That was muscle memory carved into her bones from countless days and nights of wearing and walking.

The boss stood by the curtain, her lips slightly open.

She had sewn ancient costumes all her life and seen countless child models.

But this clothes worn on the girl before her eyes came alive.

There was actually a heavy sense that could not be infringed upon.

"Let's go!" Lin Xuan stood up and took Xiao Sizi's hand.

The two walked out of the quiet booth and returned the way they came.

On the red carpet of the core exhibition area, the speakers roared.

The internet celebrity Mengmeng leaned casually against a Taishi chair, deliberately pulling the neckline of her cheap gauze skirt halfway open while batting her eyelashes at the camera.

Several security personnel held up a warning line, blocking the crowd outside from taking photos.

Lin Xuan let go of his hand.

Xiao Sizi stepped forward alone, stepping onto that red carpet which had been occupied.

"What are you doing? Get out, get out!"

An assistant dropped the reflector board and rushed over in long strides.

Xiao Sizi lifted her eyelids slightly, her gaze sweeping over that assistant.

Her look was cold and hard.

The assistant's hand froze in mid-air, pierced by that gaze.

An inexplicable chill rose in his heart, and he instinctively retreated half a step.

The jade pendants at Xiao Sizi's waist clinked against each other, emitting a crisp, rhythmic sound.

The highest standard of Court Footwork of the Great Tang Imperial Family.

No swaying, no rocking, no haste, no slowness.

At the very front of the crowd, several photographers holding telephoto lenses lowered their cameras.

They rubbed their eyes, their gaze following the red carpet.

The internet celebrity Mengmeng noticed the anomaly.

She sprang up from the Taishi Chair, pointing at Xiao Sizi and screaming, "Are the security guards dead? Get this little beggar out! She's blocking my lens!"

Xiao Sizi paid no heed, walking to the very center of the red carpet.

Facing the dense crowd on the periphery and dozens, even hundreds of lenses.

Xiao Sizi's expression was solemn.

She lowered her chin slightly, slowly raising both hands and placing them at her left waist.

A flawless, pure Wanfu Salute of the Great Tang Imperial Court.

Casting aside those modern, crudely made imitations, solely on the strength of an orthodox dignity spanning a thousand years, she instantly suppressed the restlessness of the entire venue.

Royal nobility radiated from her body, making the surrounding colorful modern Hanfu look like rags.

The noisy sound of the speakers inside the exhibition hall seemed to be forcibly cut off.

The air fell into a deathly silence lasting five seconds.

Click.

The first shutter sound rang out.

Immediately, the shutter sounds merged into a continuous stream.

More than thirty professional photographers frantically swung their lenses around.

The flashlights of the single-lens reflex cameras wove into a vast net of light, enveloping Xiao Sizi.

All the telephoto and wide-angle lenses were aimed at that young girl maintaining the posture of a bow.

No one bothered with the woman beside the Taishi Chair anymore.

The internet celebrity Mengmeng was squeezed to the edge of the lens.

Her revealing gauze skirt, in the face of such orthodox royal demeanor, exuded pure cheapness.

Undoubtedly, she was a roadside stray, looking just like a ridiculous prop.

The air inside the exhibition hall seemed to solidify.

A few seconds ago, the security personnel who had been frantically jostling stopped their movements.

Those assistants holding reflector boards stood with their mouths open, forgetting to make a sound.

The shutter sounds rang out in a chorus around the red carpet.

Just then, from the direction of the main stage at the deepest part of the exhibition hall, a low rumble suddenly came.

It was the main control console testing the sound equipment for the afternoon grand show.

Boom—Boom—Boom!

Immediately, a modern ancient-style war music of extremely majestic momentum rang out on the scene.

In the center of the red carpet, Xiao Sizi slowly lowered her hands, which had been folded at her waist.

Listening to the drumbeats coming from above her head.

The rhythm was wrong, the instruments were wrong.

But the spirit of swords and horses hidden within those drumbeats penetrated the Li Tang Imperial blood flowing through her body.

The founding of the Great Tang was carved out from a pile of corpses.

Li Shimin won the world from horseback.

His daughter had engraved in her bones not only weak courtly etiquette.

Xiao Sizi noticed a display rack selling ancient weapon props on her right side.

She pointed her finger and said to Lin Xuan, "Brother, please hand that to me."

"Sickly Little Sizi Knocks on the Door, I Became the God of Ten Thousand Dynasties" - Stunning writing, with a plot full of twists and turns!