[69 Book Bar - www.] Looking in the mirror, I see those gentle and clear eyes, lips as thin as cherry lips, a face that still exudes a lazy look, and soft black hair hanging down on my shoulders.
On the page, Ling Yue couldn't help but feel that this Princess Taiping must be a beauty when she grows up. But she is Princess Taiping now. When she grows up, will she be a beauty?
Thinking of this, Xiaoyue also had some longing and curiosity. She wanted to know what her fate would be in the future. She hated that she didn't learn history well. If she could learn more history, she would know that this princess is her future.
What will be the fate of .
However, at least one thing she is sure of is that she will be very famous in the future.
"Princess, it's ready."
Ling Yue came back to her senses, looked at herself in the mirror, and dressed up. She was indeed more energetic than before.
"Xiaoxi, you can become a designer in the future."
Xiaoxi was confused, "Princess, what is a designer?"
"Uh... Stylist just specializes in... helping others do hair and style... Oops, I don't know how to explain it, I'm going out first."
Looking at the princess going out, Xiaoxi murmured strangely: "Princess, why do you say some weird things these days, but it sounds quite considerate."
The courtyard, which was deeply surrounded by the palace wall, was filled with the fragrance of flowers and looked particularly fresh under the light breeze. The soft golden sunlight climbed up to the treetops and then jumped to the ground.
On the rock in front of the mortuary, there was a young man sitting with his back to the door. It was unclear what he was doing.
Ling Yue stood in the corridor and looked at him. After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards him.
"Hey, are you okay?" Ling Yue said standing behind him.
Sitting on the rock, he turned his head, looked at her under the rock, remained silent, and turned his head away again after a moment.
Oops, he was still angry. But the fingerprints on his face that he saw just now were very clear in the sunlight. Ling Yue thought to herself: Was the beating too hard? Alas... who calls her a little witch in modern times?
Well, the force of the attack should be about the same.
Ling Yue curled her lips, climbed onto the rock, and sat next to him.
He found himself staring at the sky, seemingly in a daze.
"Hey, are you angry?"
The young man she should call Third Emperor Brother didn't answer. To her, his identity was nothing. She didn't care about princes and bastards. In her eyes, he was just a young man. She couldn't be blamed for this. Who called her that?
They are modern people.
In modern times, everyone is equal and treated equally. Do you understand modern ideas?
"Hey, you're really angry. Oh, it's not my fault. You suddenly appeared in front of me out of nowhere. What's even more hateful is that you actually came to touch me. I was so excited that I just slapped you."
The young man glanced at her, frowning slightly, and five red fingerprints loomed on his face.
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