Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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She still used to calling herself the house because she thought it was the name she should have.

This is the queen of the Song Kingdom, why not claim to be the palace.

"Mother, it's better for us to detour!" Chuntao said: "The king is not saying..."

"Shut up!" Ning Shuixin yelled: "You have been with this palace for so long, do you still know the nature of this palace? How can these two days become unassuming."

"Slaves..." Chuntao’s eyes were red, but after all, they didn’t say anything.

What Ning Shuixin didn't know was that since Rui's face was destroyed that day, Song Qinghan sent Li Gonggong to take her to a place.

Some use the punishment as punishment, let her stare at Ning Shuixin in the future, and do not want to reproduce the incident.

In addition to her face, she was injured all over her body, and it was a long memory.

"Don't you know that Feng Wang is not close to female color, except for the new queen, there are not many women in this harem." Ning Shuixin blinked and said: "So, you can play the guqin. The person must be a woman who wants to be close to Feng Wang or who wants to attract us."

After Ning Shuixin made a clever statement, the corner of his mouth outlined a very cold smile: "This palace hates this woman most. It turns out that not only Song Guoyou, but also Fengguo."

When she said this sentence, she couldn’t help but flash the shadow of the dust.

Even if it is dead, it is like a nightmare, a figure that lingers in her mind.

She didn't think much, and went straight in the direction of the sound.

The wind is chilly, the petals of the plum blossoms are light, and the air is filled with the smell of snow and plum.

Slightly sweet, but full of chilling breath.

The rushing footsteps approached step by step, and the dusty fingertips gently licked the guqin, and the corner of his mouth always had a very light smile.

It turns out that there is really someone in the world who is not afraid of death.

Ning Shuixin looked at her not wearing a palace dress, but she still had some nervous feelings and calmed down.

I saw her dignified in her own appearance, a pair of the appearance of the hostess of the Phoenix Palace, step by step to the dust.

She didn't carry it up, she still bowed her head and fiddled with the strings, but the speed of the fiddle was getting faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more impassioned.

"噔噔噔噔噔噔-"

Ning Shui's heart frowned, listening to such a piano sound is a little uncomfortable.

Her cold voice: "Which palace is so ignorant of the palace? Don't you know that this is the Imperial Garden?"

In the next second, Luo’s heart 噔 了 。.

Sure enough, the wisher is hooked.

She still didn't look up, her long eyelashes trembled, and the speed of the strings slowed down.

Ning Shuixin saw that a palace girl was so unreasonable to her, and the grievances of these days came to my heart.

"I tell you, although I can't claim to be the palace here, but it is the queen of the Song Dynasty." Ning Shuixin raised his voice and squinted his eyes: "You are just a little palace girl, so ignoring it." Me! I don't think you want to live."

"噔-"

In an instant, the music was abruptly stopped.

Luo's thin white fingertips gently hold the guqin and raise his eyebrows little by little.

The delicate snow fell on her light pink clothes in the wind, falling on her blue silk and falling on her long eyelashes.

Seeing the next second, her gaze and Ning Shui's heart are flat, cold and sleek, and the corner of her mouth outlines a very light smile: "Ning Shuixin, we haven't seen you for a long time."