Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Ink night, ink night, ink night!

He is the ink night! How is it possible to do this?

There must be a reason to stay in the Yuehua Hall. It seems that now she really needs to go to the so-called 姨娘-Feng Linger.

As a mother's sister, I have completely ignored the waking up of this 14-year-old prostitute. It seems that even after a thousand years, even if they become so-called relatives.

But no matter how you look at it, the relationship between them should still be poor.

Otherwise, the relatives are considered to be close enough. She has not seen her for so long, and she is not reasonable.

"Yes! The rumor is how rumors will be true?"

"Don't worry about the princess, wait until you are a little better, let the ink-night son take you to play every day!"

"That is to say! Whether it is from the age or appearance, it is clear that the Princess is more advantageous!"

......

The little hoes are like the guardian of the heart, and they are thinking with words and words.

Of course, in other words, this is also a flattering aunt, although it sounds good.

"Don't compare me to her!" Luo dusted a little dagger, with the fullness of the princess Fan said: "She is not qualified to compare with me."

Whether it is the past one thousand years ago or the present one thousand years later.

Feng Linger is never qualified to compare with her, never changed!

"Yes! Your Royal Highness, the slaves will not dare afterwards." They replied at the same time, and Luo sneaked a little sneer: "If it is going to be a princess for a while, it will be dressed up."

"The meaning of His Royal Highness is..."

"The loser can't lose."

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After half an hour, the women in the palace looked excitedly for her makeup.

In fact, this body looks very good, not the kind of frosty face, but the kind of clearness in the clear spirit.

Especially the eyes, there is probably a kind of more look, it will dispel all the troubles.

Ink night always likes to stare at her eyes. After a long time, she will sigh gently and her eyes will be sad.

She couldn't read him, but looked at his eyebrows, but there was an urge to embrace him.

I want to be good to him, I want to continue to write about their millennial love.

Unfortunately, unfortunately...

He did not seem to give her this opportunity.

After dressing up, she wore a moon-blue embroidered streamed Yunjin Palace dress, holding a woven gold beauty ivory handle fan. The long blue silk combed the hibiscus back to the sky, and the top of the head was slanted with a daisy pattern.

This is the first time that she is so rare to dress up.

After all, if you want to go to ‘fighting’, if the line is not enough, then it’s not a minute to lose.

She only brought two close-fitting ladies, passing through the Imperial Garden, and went to the Yuehua Hall of Fenglinger.

Standing in the moment of the temple, she had to admire Feng Linger's popularity.

From the beginning of the long **** of Shizi, it is a gift of mountain accumulation. Because of the ban in the palace, the son of the grandfather outside the palace, and even the son of the nobleman, may not be able to enter the palace every day.

They can only ask for a gift to come in to express their feelings.

As everyone knows, most of these gifts, Feng Linger did not even see. This is the case with people, and there are more people who like themselves, and sometimes they don't care.

There are so many people who like Feng Linger, but she has left the ink night.

"His Royal Highness, we..." Seeing that she was parked in the same place, the little palace lady came forward and asked, "Is it still in?"

In the next second, I saw her take a deep breath and slowly bowed: "Of course."