Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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I don’t know what the dust is saying, and I’m looking at the dust.

"What goddess the goddess said..."

"Well, it doesn't matter." Luo shook his head and shook his head. "You are going to prepare a costume for a palace lady."

After a branch, I blinked and said, "What do the goddess do?"

I saw Luo’s dusty corners and outlined a very light smile: “The sky can’t be leaked.”

If there is no chance, then create an opportunity.

Ning Shuixin is a person, she came to the Phoenix Palace, how could it be so peaceful.

There is Song Qinghan...

The man who is indifferent to the bones, what kind of scene will be seen again.

But probably, he doesn't care.

After all, when he was close to the original, he never looked at her.

Today, she has a loess bone, how can he still think of her.

The branches told her that the Song Dynasty and the people lived in a different palace. This palace has always been a ambassador to come from afar, and there is nothing wrong with it.

However, the identity of Song Qinghan is not the same as that of the general courtiers. It is true that there is no grand hospitality to live here.

However, this is normal, and it is not a guest to be unsolicited.

The palace is very close to the Imperial Garden. In the Song Dynasty, Ning Shuixin likes to play with flowers and plants. I remember that the original owner in the cold palace inadvertently planted a bunch of bright red Manzhushahua.

After Ning Shui’s heart saw it, he immediately smashed it with a shovel. Then I found the best gardener to plant in the palace, but it was planted for a long time and was never planted.

I heard that the last gardener also died inexplicably.

Fengguo is famous for its flowers in the world, and Ningshui will inevitably come to the Royal Garden.

There was a little snow in the sky. She waited for about an hour and finally waited for Ning Shui.

Sure enough, this kind of thing depends on creation.

Originally, I wanted to go straight to the door of the palace, but I wanted to come here too deliberately, but I lost some of the ‘surprise’.

Ning Shuixin wore a moon-blue gold-colored embroidered cotton dress and walked in the snow.

She is very afraid of cold, but she does not wear nephews.

"The maiden..." followed the spring peach behind her: "Isn't the king telling us not to run around? The goddess..."

"Shut up!" Ning Shui's heart stunned her: "This palace is a queen of the Song Dynasty, and now even the Phoenix Palace is a guest. How? Royal Garden can't come?"

"Slaves know what's wrong... Slaves shouldn't say more..." Chuntao's voice is very small, almost to be drowned by the snow.

Ning Shuixin gently bite his teeth and continue to move forward.

She didn't know why she came to the Imperial Garden. It was because she was bored and wanted to go out, or because Song Qing was too cold for her, and she felt empty.

This emptiness surrounds her all the time, pressing her out of breath.

She wants to go out and want to breathe, maybe it can make her mood better.

The weather in Fengguo is really too cold. It is so cold that she walks a few more steps, and she is even more annoyed.

"Hey, hey, hey-"

The sound of the guqin sounded slowly, and Luo dusted the dust on the stone steps, waiting for the wishers to hook.

In the memory of the original Lord, I have always heard that the Queen of the Weiyang Palace is proficient in temperament.

She thought she would definitely be hooked.

"Mother, you listen..." Chuntao groaned: "Is there a Guqin?"

"Do you want to be the palace?" Ning Shui's heart frowned, and coldly said: "This palace is naturally heard."