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7. Chapter 7 Soul Wear 3

What was this girl thinking? Even if the wedding night was full of flowers and candles, it was impossible to make such a noise. It was not a mating between male and female tigers, not to mention the kick last night...

Thinking of this, Murong Qianqian got a headache, sh|it, she actually met a real emperor last night, and in the end, she kicked her to death.

However, judging from the memory of the original owner of the body, the young emperor Xuanyuan Yao was actually a magical figure.

He inherited the throne at the age of three, he was good at eight battles at the age of twelve, he led the army on an expedition at the age of fourteen, and he was invincible at the age of sixteen.

According to this trend, we found that Xuanyuan Yao should have become a peerless hero, but he got seriously ill at the age of seventeen and ended up recuperating, never having the edge he once had.

Moreover, she also knew that Xuanyuan Yao succeeded to the throne at a young age, so the imperial power did not really fall into his hands. Instead, it was his adoptive mother Xia, who is now the Queen Mother, who listened behind the curtain.

Although Xuanyuan Yao is now twenty years old, long past the age when he can become an adult and settle down, the imperial power has been in the Xia family for a long time and has become deeply entrenched and difficult to shake.

But fortunately, Murong Qianqian's natal family, the Murong family, was so powerful that it formed a situation of conflict with the Xia family. Otherwise, Xuanyuan Yao would have fallen from the throne long ago.

After this speculation, Murong Qianqian admired her intelligence countless times in her heart.

"Xiang Mo, I want to sleep for a while!" Murong Qianqian brushed the broken hair on her forehead and was about to go to bed again.

Xiang Mo looked confused and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab Murong Qianqian's arm, "Mother, you can't sleep anymore."

Murong Qianqian's body was about to fall, and her face was angry, "I still want to sleep for a while, how dare you pull me away!"

"..." Xiang Mo was dumbfounded, and after a while he said in a depressed tone: "Why is your Majesty so different today?"

Murong Qianqian, who was about to turn over and go back to sleep, twitched her lips when she heard this. How could she forget that she was not the arrogant An Xuanyi in the entertainment industry, but Murong Qianqian, who was obedient and virtuous, and who respected the world as her mother.

Shui Lingling's eyes immediately curved into the shape of a crescent moon. Murong Qianqian smiled softly, "I'm angry when I wake up. I just feel angry when I wake up."

"...Hmm!" Xiang Mo nodded in confusion, and then said: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to Xian Shou Palace to pay your respects."

The Xianshou Palace that Xiang Mo mentioned was the palace of the Xia family, the Queen Mother of the Xuanying Kingdom.

After Murong Qianqian got up, she was tortured by a group of girls and women for a long time. A full 10 kilograms of accessories were worn on her head, neck, and hands.

However, compared with the outfits in the Qing palace dramas filmed by her predecessor, this was nothing but a big deal, and Murong Qianqian was still able to handle it with ease.

Wearing a pair of Liuyun white-soled shoes, Murong Qianqian was supported by Xiang Mo, and headed towards Xian Shou Palace with great grace.

I had just stepped on cobblestones and passed through a lush camphor forest. Through the green leaves, I saw a person standing next to the hibiscus not far away.

The hibiscus flowers were in bloom, with fiery red clusters that made the man's cheeks whiter and whiter.

The morning sunlight was sifted into pieces of gold, and mottled light spots fell. In the half-dark shadows, the man's handsomeness seemed to be carefully carved.

It was probably the early morning court, Xuanyuan Yao did not take off his bright yellow Kowloon court dress, standing under the shade of a tree, with his hands behind his back.

The eunuch Li Cai lowered his head slightly, but from time to time he glanced at the dark blue on Xuanyuan Yao's left eye.
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