Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Dingchen put down the original stilted sorghum, and sat in front of the bronze mirror to comb a girl's favorite scented hibiscus.

I saw her lightly applying powder, not like the original makeup of the original owner. But it doesn't look like she was so embarrassed, and the light makeup in the air may be like this.

"The girl is so beautiful, the slave is so big, she has not seen such a beautiful girl."

"That is! Our princes have a vision, or they will not find a woman as a companion, but they will find a city."

A few little gimmicks, you said a word of praise, although it is probably a flattering, but she sounds very happy.

In the evening, Feng Qianqing returned as scheduled.

The only trace of grace that disappeared in the face disappeared. It seems that she had handled the assassination of Aomori Temple.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Luo dust standing in the back garden and staring at several peach blossoms. Although her face was faint, she let him inadvertently shake the god.

I saw her wearing a white silk pink koi silk satin skirt, wearing a pair of Yunsi embroidered shoes on the feet, a long blue silk obliquely inserted with a peach flower step, and the waist was tied with the acacia he gave her. bell.

The evening wind blew, and the chorus bells at the waist rang, crisp and sweet.

Luo Dingchen seems to feel that someone is watching her, turning for a moment, slammed into his sly eyes.

"I am back." He smiled and smiled slowly toward her direction. He gently took off the peach petals on her head and asked, "How do you see these flowers look so fascinating?"

"I tell you a story!" Luo dusted and lifted, and the eyes flashed a touch of sadness.

That sadness does not come from her, but the original owner.

At this moment, when she stood in the back garden of the East Palace, she closed her eyes and could still show the scene of the original three years in the government.

Every scene, every scene, every grass, every tree is so clear.

In fact, it is not that she wants to think about it, but that the original Lord’s obsession is too deep.

She is also able to understand her obsession, three years, one thousand and ninety-five days and nights, how difficult it is for her to be alone.

Can Rongmu hear her forbearance that she has never seen before, saw her loneliness, and even saw her a little bit better...

"Look at your expression, I can probably guess, this should be a bleak story." Feng Qianche touched her head: "Don't worry, I am here to come back with you for dinner. You are big." I can say it slowly."

The Prince Edward Palace is a place of honor and the dinner is naturally rich. She ate the big fish and meat, and said the story of the ‘full garden pear flower’ in a relaxed tone.

After listening to Feng Qianchu seriously, the sly scorpion flickered and looked at her and asked: "Do you envy?"

Luo thought about it, stuffed the osmanthus cake in his hand into his mouth and looked at him: "Envy."

In this answer, she told the original owner what she thought. The deepest obsession in the bottom of my heart, in fact, how much she wanted to see the colorful gardens.

But she knows that such a scene can be a dream, it is a luxury.

"Stupid--" he chuckled, with a touch of gentleness in his eyebrows: "It's just a story, not so sad."

"I don't feel sad! Where do you see that I am sad!" Luo shook his head and shook his head. "I am not worth it for the woman."

Because she is really... too stupid and too poor...