Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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She had thought about the opportunity for 10,000 people to meet again, but she never thought about it.

The current ink night makes her feel strange, mostly because it is from the memory, or the ink night seen in her eyes. His dark scorpion will always reflect her figure.

But now, she feels that the good-looking eyes are filled with inexhaustible dullness and the incomprehensible complex emotions.

After she said that she didn't want to listen, the ink night never said anything else. She just hugged her quietly and crossed the royal garden. The plum blossom petals flew down with a touch of desolateness.

Returning to the low light temple, she thought about it and always felt that the words she said were too stiff.

After sitting still, he looked at him: "Mu Gongzi, only when he talked and rushed, I still want to thank the son to send me back."

"The **** of the princess is safe, and it is just a matter of righteousness. It is also the accusation of every person in the palace." He said that the courtesy was added, but it made people feel alienated and strange. ”

"I heard that the son of the son is a destiny teacher. I don't know why I loved this palace. I wanted to be a winemaker." She asked me to confirm the question in her mind.

Whether he really loves making wine, or... or for Feng Linger.

Those rumors she can not believe, as long as he said no, she does not believe.

After all, this man who knows a thousand years ago knows that someone is deliberately hurting him, but even at the end, he is still very happy.

Time shuttle, the love of the millennium.

Although it has been such a long and eternal thousand years, although the memories of those deep in the mind are no longer possessed.

But she did not believe that she would have met her before, she had not met her, and she had fallen in love with her.

She does not believe -

"In the next place, I just heard that Feng girl loves fruit wine, so I come to this house to find a job and make some good wine for her."

Luo Dust did not know what kind of reaction he was in the moment, but he was kneeling in the same place and could not say a word.

It was not until Li Gonggong came in and spoke for Feng Linger. It seemed that the plum wine that was brewed to her last night was even to please her, and he was called to go to the Yuehua Hall.

"His Royal Highness, then the job is retired." He bowed his hand and said that he had received any good news, and he was full of hope and one was unwilling to stay.

"Ink son -" Luo smashed his lips, the clear watery scorpion flashed a touch of unwillingness.

The first time I felt this way, standing on the same position as the ‘female match’, I spoke of bad things about the ‘female lord’.

She has never stood in this position, and this feeling is not very good.

"Although I didn't wake up a lot of days, I even heard the ladies say that Feng Ling... Feng Xiiang is not very good at Chang'an City. Why..."

"His Royal Highness, she is your mother." The ink night directly interrupted her words. In the deep eyebrows, there was a touch of darkness, and the thin lips were light and said: "No matter how others say her, you can't say that." ""

Such a tender face, such a clear scorpion, should not be mixed with these messy things.

But for Luo Dust, how heavy is this sentence.

It was so heavy that her nose was sour and almost fell into tears.

For a woman with a complete memory, for the life of more than 100 people inscribed in the mind of the Luo family.

The life is too light and the soul is too heavy.

They have long forgotten the memories of the millennia, but she did not.

For her, her soul is too heavy...