Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo dusted a little, it seems to have just reacted. Then I looked at Ning Weihan, seeing that he had already walked toward the stone bench not far away, and then walked over to the house of Le Meng, who was in the room of the house.

The old women who had not yet been assigned to the palace had walked in with her, but the new batch of palace ladies stood in the same place.

Their eyes are all looking in the same direction, that is the direction of Ning Weihan.

In the rumor of the palace, the palace lady is far more likely to be seen by the emperor than the showgirl, and the dust is the best precedent!

"Small dumping in Tengyun Temple is good?" Lin Xue walked behind him and said: "We can miss you, you know, the flowers in the back garden are the same as crazy. The gardening women in the last few days. Come over, I was shocked!"

Luo fell into the dust, it seems that he suddenly remembered this thing, the long ‘oh’ one voice: “Almost forgot this thing!”

"So you seem to have a good time at Tengyun Temple?" Wang Lin said with a soft voice: "When is the goddess!"

“Hey—” Le Meng gestured: “There are ears on the wall, are we not enough to carry a few crimes?”

Wang Lin hurriedly patted her mouth: "I have this mouth..."

"Don't say this." Luo said that everyone is very happy, and finally looked at Le Meng: "Are you and Yishou things going well?"

"Yeah." Le Meng heard the words, shouting with a shy smile: "The Song family retired, the emperor Song Ning Xu gave the Pingzhong Wang, the Song family is very happy!"

"That is for sure." She nodded, and her mind flashed through the figure of Ning Weihan: "The Song family is a veteran of the DPRK, but after all, the grade is too low, it is impossible to get the emperor's marriage."

"I heard that Yi Shou said that Miss Song was not happy at first, but Pingzhong Wang sent flowers daily and the appearances were different. Finally, she finally had the same opinion." Le Meng smiled gently: "Sometimes, this meeting is It is easy to misunderstand life."

The house was chatting in the heat, and the house was not idle.

The sky slowly began to snow, and Huan Si bowed to the side: "The emperor has to stay in the snow and it is easy to hurt."

"No problem." He looked at the inside of the room, and there was a soft voice in his eyes: "She wants to stay longer, so stay longer!"

"Please ask the emperor to focus on the dragon body..." Huan Si also wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the slamming side.

She looked down and didn't look at Ning Weihan, but she was stunned by the heavy snow: "The slaves can only die for the emperor, and dare not let the emperor wait."

For a long time, the air is silent.

A few new ladies, seeing Fang Fang, so loved their heads, they all snorted.

But she did not care. If she had such a face that was so similar to the person she loved, she could not succeed, then she was too useless.

Her uncle said this to her, and if she wants to come, she will fail if she is not round.

How could the so-called uncle let her enter the palace!

"Awkward...willing to wait for her." His eyes were cold and his voice was faint, but without temperature.

"Slaves... worry about the emperor." Fang Fang bit his lip and his knees were cold.

Huan Si stood aside, and he felt a little bit in the heart. He finally did not answer the news, and no one let the party rise.

Until Luo dusted out, Fang Fangfang had been kneeling on the ground, and half of the points had not been moved.

Ning Wei was cold and stunned, and there was a stream of exploration in the eyelids. It seemed to think of what was going on in the snow: "You have to go back, you can get up."