Tingyuxuan is quiet and elegant, less rosy and more elegant.
Everywhere is snow-white, with white gauze dancing lightly in the night wind. I walk through one floor, and then another, and walk in layer by layer. After walking into the eighteenth floor, my eyes fell on a green sea.
On the bed, King Qi Wei smiled. No one saw this smile. This smile was like a small pink flower, gently falling on Penghao's face.
However, Penghao would not know.
There was silence in her world at this time, and she had fallen into a deep sleep. She was really tired that night. King Qi Wei asked her to stay in the palace and lit the palace lantern most of the night.
"King, this is an ice silk mask. Please let your servant cover your face."
There was a thin voice outside the tent.
"Come in."
"Yes, King!"
The little palace maid lowered her head and walked in with a pink and white silk mask. She gently put it on Penghao who was sleeping and slowly left.
She didn't stop, and she didn't dare to stop.
"Everyone, get down!"
The king's voice was faint.
The steward Wu Sheng was so attentive that he even thought of sending an ice silk cover. This was an unwritten rule in the palace. If the king was lucky enough to meet someone in the palace and didn't want to see her face, he would give that person a veil.
Zhang Bing silk cover.
Xuan was sitting on the bed, and the red candle in the room was burning, swaying the tenderness of the room.
It's a rainy night in Zhenba, and the fragrance of flowers soaks in. It is the elegant fragrance of basil flowers. In the distance, a woman's sad face floats in the depths of memory...
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The woman in the pool of water at Zhongzhe Mugulu Street School has a fairy-like and dreamlike temperament.
"Ling'er?"
"Yinqi?"
Gou Mianzi raised his head, with fair skin and jade face, his eyes filled with tears, and his bare hands gently raised to caress his face.
"Ling'er?"
King Qi Wei felt hurt in his heart.
That woman who called him Yinqi, that woman who was like an immortal, was his Linger.
No, she has a name.
That's Basil.
She is gone, gone forever.
On the high altar, there was only dried blood and hair flying in the air...
A tear, so cold, slipped down...
Zhong Anhui, ah, go away. Nurse?"
Basil, who was caught in the fire, screamed softly. The thin scream fell into the ears of King Qi Wei. He didn't sleep. He couldn't sleep. This was destined to be another sleepless night.
The lantern illuminated the dark night, and the soft voice invaded the depths of King Qi's heart.
Xuan stretched out his hand and took this petite woman into his arms.
With her slender muscles and jade bones, she also had the unearthly beauty of Ling'er. In his sleep, King Xuan of Chu felt a pain in his heart.
Xuan's hand, a big hand, gently fell on Penghao's face. He wanted to wipe away the sadness in her heart. However, his big, hard hand accidentally crossed the slippery ice silkworm mask.
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What's underneath is not a flowery face, but an extremely ugly face.
However, the body under this extremely ugly face had such a fatal attraction for him.
The man was frightened by the stolen bag.
His big hands could no longer leave this delicate skin, gently stroking it. A numb feeling was like a sword, piercing King Qi's heart.
You are proud of me, my soul."
He pressed his face against the sleeping man's little face.
Xuan's eyes were so close to her face that he could see a beautiful and smiling woman painted on the ice silk mask on her face.
Zou Feng Lanna, pink eyelids, pink lips...
The woman in the beautiful ice silk mask is a pink dream.
The King of Swordsman considers himself not a man with weird hobbies.
However, he had to admit that he fell in love with this slave holding the lamp.
The slave who fell in love with him at first sight. This slave with an extremely ugly face was the slave that he fell in love with so deeply for some unknown reason.
"Why?"
"Have you forgotten Ling'er?"
King Qi asked himself in his heart.
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She is just an ugly slave. What is he doing?
King Wu was somewhat annoyed by his change.
The beast stopped hard.
Xuan is still in the dream and has not woken up.
Xuan murmured and snuggled deeper into his arms.
The snow-white arms of Huanghuang circled King Qi Wei's neck.
It was so close that it almost touched King Qi Wei's face.
The small orchid-like mouth, red and bright, opens and closes, tempting...
A very ugly face, but with such a red and attractive mouth...
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The king is fighting against his own reason.
There were three thousand beauties, but he actually longed for an ugly lamp-holder. This made him feel extremely embarrassed.