Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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When the memory infiltrated her head bit by bit, she could feel her eyes unconsciously red.

This is probably a bleak story. In the flowery Chang'an City, there is a story of obsessiveness.

In this story, it seems that no one can get what he wants, for selfish love, and constantly hurt others.

The one that was injured the deepest is the original Lord. Perhaps it can be said that in this story, the original Lord is not like a woman.

It is a poor person who no one likes and no one loves.

The original owner was the daughter of the Dangdang University Scholar. From childhood to large, it was the palm of the hand of Luo Shangshu.

The famous door is beautiful, knowing the book.

The male-style wooden listening is the son of the Shangchu Shangshu, handsome and handsome. The woman with the blue spirit is the woman bought by the house of the family, Mrs. Shangsong, from the door of the Qinglou. She lived in the family from the age of ten.

Mrs. Rong has no daughter, and Lan Lingshao is also a lady in Rongjia. The next people are polite to her, and Rong Mu is also very good to her.

However, there has always been a knot in her heart, and this knot has become the reason she later desperate.

She and Rong Muling have always been childhood, and Rong Mu’s feelings for her have deepened in the years of the years.

If the two emotions are mixed, it is a good story for Rong Jia, but Lan Ling had a person in his heart at the age of ten.

That year, the Blue House was chased by the enemy of the rivers and lakes. Overnight, the blue house was full of fire, and everyone died under the blade of the enemy.

Only the blue spirit shook out from the dog hole, she ran all the way until she slammed into a warm embrace.

I saw a young boy wearing a dark black robe, his hair was bundled with bamboo rafts, and his body was different from the scent of wood. The sky is getting late and the clouds are getting lighter. He is a little bit moving, cold as a cold star, with a noble demeanor, as if he is the king of the world.

The enemy chased it up at this moment, but when they saw the boy, they slammed into the ground.

Lan Lingshao will never forget that day, the young man held his hand, the good-looking eyebrows slightly picked up, the cold and frosty voice slowly opened, only said one word: roll.

He doesn't look like fifteen or six years old, but it feels so indifferent.

Those who destroyed her door became so flickering in front of him, and the teenager did not say a word, turned and left.

However, his appearance has been firmly imprinted in her mind, lingering.

She wants to know who the boy is, but she has no chance. It was not until she entered the fifth thought of Rongfu that she once saw him again in a feast of the palace.

The Royal Highness of the Prince of the Year - Feng Qian Che.

Lan Lingshao is a very persistent person who likes to be a person. The vacancy in the heart has already been filled by Feng Chi Che, who saved her from the age of ten.

There is no way to put in other people, so that no matter how good Rong Muling is to her, she can't accept it.

In fact, she knows, but she can't love it.

On the feast, she was a stunned dance, but unfortunately she did not get the attention of Feng Qianche, but she got the attention of the Queen.

When the empress of the emperor was not the mother of Feng Qian, his biological mother died as soon as he was born.

But the Queen's maiden is very eye-catching. On that feast, she took a fancy to the blue spirit, and from her eyes she understood her sorrow for the prince.

People, once they have pursued, will change. Blue Lingshhao wants to stay in Fengqian's side, and he has to pay the price.