Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"It’s not early, I’m going to return to Phoenix Girl.”

After the seven-storied walk, the ink-and-night night sang, and the dark eyebrows were filled with squats that could not be said.

In fact, he has long been unable to stand up, and the clothes worn by the girl are too few.

The body is weak, and the illness is getting better. It has been standing in this snow for a long time.

She put on makeup, he couldn't see her face, but he was worried in his heart.

When did you start, there is already concern...

He didn't know, only know that they met in heavy snow. In many cases, whenever he sees snow, he will think of her.

"Is the Mo Gongzi so anxious to leave? The dance that I only danced has not finished yet! The pear wine has only one drink." Feng Linger’s red lips are light, and the cold wind blows the gauze on her body. It looks so charming.

"It’s late, the emperor once looked at the princess, and he looked at the princess.” He glanced at him and said: "The princess should go back."

I don't know why, when the ink night said this sentence, she actually did not consciously red eyes.

The kind of surface is strong and calm, and even the twitching soul that the fingertips are unconsciously trembles.

In the snow, his words made her feel that he embraced her, did not let her alone, lonely...

"The princess must have come to my Chinese temple for the first time. It is better to come in and sit down. I am a natural man, and there is nothing to entertain the princess..." She paused, and her mouth raised a special smug smile: " There are no other things besides the altars that Mo Gongzi brewed."

In the heart of Feng Linger, the man like Mo-night, the person he likes is naturally a woman like her.

It is enchanting and versatile.

How could you like a little steamed buns, and it’s been a long time since the day and night.

This heart has long been known for the sun and the moon, and now she is looking at Luo Ding as a feeling winner.

She is forever, only a loser.

The ink night heard the words, frowned, and his face changed slightly. He blinked slightly and his lips were light and he said: "If Feng girl wants to sing and drink, wait for me to send the princess back, at the Yuehua Hall, you Look good?"

"I don't think so." Luo dusted his bite and bite his lips. When he suddenly lifted his eyes, a pair of clear scorpions slammed into his deep eyes.

It is a dawn that is unwilling to bear a slight grievance.

"princess……"

"Since my mother invited me, how can I refuse?" Luo Dust gently waved the group fan: "There is a laborer."

The sound fell, and she walked in without looking back. Suddenly I want to drink, I want to be drunk...

In the inner hall, there are all the drapes. If it is not in the palace, the feeling that this place gives her is no different from that of Yihong.

Even the air is filled with the smell of dust, she does not understand why the night is to become a winemaker, dedicated to Fengling children.

Is it because she sings nicely?

Or is it because she looks enchanting?

Or is it fascinating when she drinks?

She didn't know, only knowing that this wine is really tempting.

"It is not an easy task to find pear petals in this snowy day, but I said that I liked it yesterday. The ink son sent me a pear flower today." Feng Linger waved his hand and raised his eyebrow and smiled: " Green, take another cup and give the princess full of wine."

She heard the words, the heart is like the rough sea, but the surface is calm to the extreme.

Even if Feng Linger looks at her carefully, she can't see a little bit of clues!

And the ink night standing on the side spoke up -

"My Royal Highness is getting sick, but I don't want to drink alcohol."