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Imperial City, Xiyue Palace.

The Moon Worshiping Princess has not been favored for a long time and lives in a secluded palace, where she is unbearably lonely every day.

When Xiao Lizi informed her today that the emperor had turned over her sign, she was so happy that she made preparations early.

She dressed up first.

The emperor's mighty attacks often appeared in her mind during this period. She knew that the emperor liked to hold her hair, like riding a horse and holding the reins, galloping over the vast territory.

So she separated her hair with a wooden comb and gathered it into two large strands, then tied it with a hair rope and tied it into double ponytails.

In this way, the emperor can catch one in each hand... The Moon Worshiping Princess smiled shyly, and her heart was filled with spring water when she thought of the upcoming fate.

After finishing dressing, she put on gauze stockings.

Socks are made from white gauze. The gauze is first cut with scissors and then shaped into the shape of socks.

The stockings were above the knees, outlining the slender, straight and voluptuous legs of the Moon Worshiping Princess. She gently rubbed them, feeling silky and smooth.

These were called "white silk stockings." She had heard Zhao Wujiang mention them before, saying that the emperor of Daxia liked these stockings the most.

What kind of white silk, black shirt and fleshy silk hollow silk?

Although she had never seen it before, but after hearing the description, she became a female celebrity and made such stockings herself.

The bright blue eyes of the Moon Worshiping Princess trembled, thinking about what details to pay attention to, then she smiled brightly and took off her satin pants.

So there was nothing inside the hip-hugging narrow skirt.

Then she sat on the bed with satisfaction, shook her slender legs, and waited quietly for the emperor to arrive.

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Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing came to Xiyue Palace.

There are many heaters in Xiyue Palace, so as soon as you step inside, you will feel extremely warm.

Zhao Wujiang was recovering from his serious injury, and he opened the sign of Princess Moon Worshiping under Xuanyuan Jing's questioning eyes.

He said this was called stick diplomacy, favoring the Moon Worshiping Princess to tell the Moon Worshiping Kingdom in the Western Regions that Daxia valued them.

In this troubled winter, it is not appropriate to grow branches.

Make friends from far away and attack close by.

As for how to fight and how to attack, Zhao Wujiang only said that he would wait until he got out of bed to see the real chapter.

Xuanyuan Jing was not very interested, but she had not favored the concubines in the harem for several days, and many courtiers began to submit memorials to urge her. She was also a little helpless.

She was just worried about whether Zhao Wujiang's body could bear it.

This man who had shed blood, sweat, and energy for her was becoming more and more important in her heart. She felt a little sour in her heart, and was a little worried that Zhao Wujiang would be in love for a long time and be distracted by those concubines.

Her worry was not unreasonable, because she saw Zhao Wujiang's eyes showing a look of great interest, staring at the blindfolded Moon Worshiping Princess sitting quietly on the bed.

Today's Moon Worshiping Princess specially dressed up, and her clothes were a bit strange, with a narrow skirt, knee-high white socks, and twin ponytails...

"Your Majesty, you are here..." Princess Moon Worshiping's voice was soft and shy.

Xuanyuan Jing came back to his senses and coughed dryly:

"Um."

Princess Baiyue knew that the emperor had always been of few words and was a very capable man but not good at speaking or speaking.

As shy as she was, she jumped off the bed, her narrow skirt suddenly shrinking upwards, revealing the thin line between the water and the sky.

Xuanyuan Jing was stunned for a moment, snorted coldly in his heart, cursed inwardly, and spat.

Zhao Wujiang came forward to greet her. Princess Moon Worshiping seemed to be frightened by the coldness beneath her body, and she hurriedly tugged at her skirt.

When Zhao Wujiang approached, she threw herself into Zhao Wujiang's arms, grabbed Zhao Wujiang's hand and rubbed it on her silk stockings, and replied shyly:

"Your Majesty, please touch it, do you like it?"

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Black silk and white silk are not as good as tearing them by hand, a high ponytail and a long ponytail are not as good as double ponytails, and squatting down, sitting down, and lying down are not as good as lying down.

The two countries were at war, and two war hammers hit the city gate heavily.

The little princess was so energetic that she failed again and again, her delicate body shook, but she clenched her teeth tightly and refused to beg for mercy.

Zhao Wujiang used his sword to set the tone, then picked three and drew it. He was condescending and said that even a defeated general would dare to speak bravely.

The spectators frowned, sighed, and complained. They sat aside, feeling a little sour in their hearts.
Chapter completed!