Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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At the same time, above the stone bridge.

Feng Qianling, who was opposite the river embankment, had already gone far. He finally kissed the dust in his arms and gently let go of her.

A few seconds later, her white cheeks were red, and she looked angry at him: "You...what are you doing!"

God! Under the crowd, the surrounding lanterns are all around, and he is so desperate to kiss her on the stone bridge!

This! This is also a bit too... too open!

[Host a modern man, actually said that an ancient person is open! 】

Hey, scare me! I thought my task was completed!

[The timing is not here! 】

Not coming to your sister paper! It’s all this yet! Also, the baby is not a modern person, the baby is a time person!

Or you can call me, the plane space!

[...]

"Because, I want to tell the world that you are my phoenix!" His expression is very serious, his eyes are very focused, and the scorpion seems to have a light of possession. Layers are superimposed, making people unrealistic.

"How do I feel that you have a feeling of encountering a love affair." Luo Dingchen looked at him with some jealous attitude, but it was strange.

After all, there were no other men around her.

As for her identity, Feng Qianche should not know it.

However, she also needs to find a time to tell him all the stories.

"Maybe!" Feng Qianche smiled and smiled at her eyes. She looked at her with a touch of tender expression: "I used to say to me that once I fell in love, people will become good. Now, I should At this stage."

......

Luo dumped the heart: You should be in the stage of swearing a little love!

It was already late when I returned to the East Palace. Feng Qianche did not immediately return to the Hua Temple, but went to the cell of the East Palace.

Luo Dust suddenly thought that the winter cool was still inside. I don't know what kind of punishment the teenager who is eyebrows will get.

Death, maybe it can't escape. However, the pain of death is still painful, depending on Feng Qianche’s thoughts.

Moreover, the assassination of the Prince is to sin the crime of the Nine.

Sitting in the Linhua Hall, Luo Dingchen intends to wait for Feng Qianche to come back, but he does not know that he is waiting to fall asleep.

This sleep is very stable, after all, she has not slept for a long time.

Early next morning.

When she woke up, she found herself moving from the soft couch in the hall to the big bed in the inner hall, but there was no Phoenix figure around her.

The four clever little girls listened to the sound of her getting up, and they came in with the washbasin clothes and so on.

"Girl, the breakfast has already been prepared for the girl." One of the little girls made a funny smile and said: "The prince told the girl that the slave and the girl woke up and said to the girl that he would not eat with you today. But the girl must have breakfast."

Luo dumped the dust, and his eyebrows were lightly glimpsed. This sentence can express clearly words, and after a little more honor and self-speaking, it becomes a bit sloppy.

Especially the slave girl, the slave girl, is really cumbersome.

"What is your name?" Luo put his hand on the dust and took a towel and washed his face. "You put things down and go to work!"

"This..." The little girl standing in front looked at Luo’s dust: "The slaves call for the red children. The princes commanded us to take care of the girls. If the girls drove them out, they would be poorly served. If you hit a dozen or so boards, you may not even have a life..."