Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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After a while, Luo slammed his mouth and twitched, and pulled out a touch of bitter smile: "Mu Gongzi said so, what should I say."

"The Princess's Highness is a good rest, and he will go to the Yuehua Hall for the first time, so as to avoid the Phoenix girl waiting for a long time." He still clung to his hands, and his tone was just as humble as the party, that is, there was some feeling of urgency.

"Don't send it." Luo was so cold and cold, and turned around, not willing to say a word.

Not to say a good story, she wrote, why the ink night does not give her a chance.

Is it a thousand years of time and space, she is just a passer-by, or let her come to see for themselves how the ink-night is how to fall in love with Feng Linger?

He can't believe that a man who pays everything will bury his heart in the bottom of his heart.

It will be in another time and space, so contrary to her...

The ink night obviously stunned, and the eyebrows were lightly glimpsed, and the faint waves in the scorpion of the ink.

Only he knew it, and the inner part of his heart touched it.

"Flood job retreat -"

This is the first time they met each other and said the last two sentences -

‘Do not send’, ‘Poverty retreat’.

They have never seen each other for the next half month. I heard that Feng Linger liked the wine brewed in the night, and often drank in her Yuehua Temple.

Light gauze and thin, enchanting.

The rumors in the palace gradually spread to the ears of Luo Dust, more or less are some unpleasant words.

For example, see Feng Linger dancing for the winemakers; for example, they have long been a skin kiss.

However, Luo Dust is very clear, and ink nights have never stayed at Yuehua Temple, not at all.

Although he went to the Yuehua Temple frequently, the time spent on it was very short.

These she still know, but she does not understand.

She did not go to see Feng Linger, and Feng Linger did not come to see her.

She is hostile and full of hostility.

But she has to keep telling herself: don't care, don't care. do not mind.

Due to the relationship of lying for 16 years, her hand and foot's reaction ability is very slow, and it will be very tired to walk a few more steps.

It’s very deep in the winter, and it’s heavy snow every day.

The ladies were afraid that she was frozen, and she was wrapped in a thick nephew to let her go out.

Her favorite is the drunken dream pavilion sitting in the Imperial Garden, because this place is the only way to go to the Moon Palace in the night.

About every day when the sun sets, the ink night will come out from the Yuehua Hall and then pass through the Imperial Garden.

The slight warmth of the light sprinkled on his side, which looked so beautiful.

Luo Dust always sits in the drunken dream pavilion and looks at his young face, always thinking of the winter solstice that day, his dying appearance.

Whenever she thinks about this scene, she tells herself that she can still persist.

If God didn't give her the so-called love at first sight, then she would work hard and try to let her see him.

Such an excellent Luo Dust...

So she personally planned a plot of 'favorable', such as -

Those slumbering plots that will be found in the deep palaces, since her body is delicate, so cold days, the fainting should not look very bad!

Everything is ready, she wore a plain pleated skirt with white flowers and a hand-held umbrella, standing in the middle of the Imperial Garden.

Thanks to her half-month effort, she can already use her crutches, but she will still feel struggling for a long time.

The bright red sunset passed through half the sky, and the teenager wearing a black long coat walked slowly toward her.