Tingyuxuan is quiet and elegant, with less powdery atmosphere and more elegant temperament.

There was snow-white everywhere, and the white veil dancing lightly in the night wind, walking through one layer, another layer, one layer after another, and after walking into the eighteenth floor, his eyes fell on a bed as green as the sea. King Wei of Qi smiled, and no one saw this smile. This smile was like a pink flower, gently falling on the face of the weed.

But Basil won't know.

At this moment, her world was silent, she had already fallen asleep. She was so tired that night. King Wei of Qi asked her to play the palace lanterns for the whole night in the bedroom.

"Wang, this is an ice silk mask. Please let the servant cover the wife's face."

Outside the tent, there was a slight sound.

"Come in."

"Yes, king!"

The little palace maid lowered her head, took a pink and white silk mask and walked in. She gently put on the basil in her sleep and slowly retreated.

She didn't stop, and she didn't dare to stop.

"Go down!"

King Liu Lu's voice was faint.

The general manager Wu Sheng was careful and thought that he would give him an ice silk cover. This was an unwritten rule in the palace. If the king was lucky to a palace servant and did not want to look at her face, he would put an ice silk cover on the palace servant.

The silhouette sat on the bed, the red candles in the room were lit, swaying the tenderness of the room.

It is a rainy night, with the fragrance of flowers soaked in, which is the elegant fragrance of basil flowers. From afar, a woman's sad face floated deep in the memory...

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The silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence of the

The woman in the pool of water in the pond with a fairy-like temperament.

"Ling'er?"

"Inqi?"

Liu Feng raised his head, with a beautiful face, tears in his eyes, his bare hands raised, and he stroked his face to his favor.

"Ling'er?"

King Wei of Qi felt a pain in his heart.

The woman who called him Yinqi, the woman who was as fairy, his spirit.

No, she has a name.

That's basil.

She is gone, she will never be there.

On the high altar, there were only dried blood, and the hairs flying in the air...

A tear, so cold, slipped down...

Liu Anhui, ah, go away. Hummy?"

The basil in the crowing cried softly. The scream fell into the ears of King Qiwei. He did not sleep. He could not sleep. This was destined to be another sleepless night.

The light shines on the night. The delicate voice invades the deepest part of the King of Qi.

Liu Yan stretched out his hand and carried the petite woman into his arms.

She also has the beauty of Ling'er's extraordinary beauty. In her sleep, King Xuan of Chu felt ache in her heart.

The thick hands of Wang Yan fell gently on Banhua's face. He wanted to wipe away the sadness in his heart for her. However, the thick and hard hands accidentally passed by, the slippery ice silkworm mask.

Below, there is not a flowery face, but an extremely ugly face.

However, the body under this extremely ugly face was so fatal attraction to him.

Liu Luxi's man was stolen by stealing his worries.

His big hands could no longer be separated from this delicate skin, gently caressing it on it. A numb feeling was like a sword that pierced the heart of King Qi.

The wall is proud, my spirit."

Liu Feng pressed his face against the sleeping person's little face.

Liu Feng's eyes were so close to her face that you could see that there was a beautiful and clever smile on the ice silk mask on her face.

Feng Lanna, pink eyelids, pink cherry lips...

The woman on the beautiful ice silk mask is a pink dream.

King Liu Lu believed that he was not a man with strange hobbies.

He had to admit that he fell in love with this slave who was holding the lights.

The nuer who fell in love with him as soon as he saw him, this nuer with an extremely ugly face made him love so deeply for some reason.

“Why?”

"Have you forgotten Ling'er?"

The King of Qi asked himself in his heart.

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She is just an ugly slave. What is he doing?

King Liu Lu was a little angry with his changes.

Liu Wu stopped hard.

Liu Feng was still in his dream and did not wake up.

Liu Feng murmured and snuggled deeper into his arms.

The snow-white arms of Wang Fenghuang encircled King Qi Wei's neck.

He rushed to cut and pulled, and the nearest thing almost touched King Wei's face.

The little mouth running like a steep orchid, bright red, opened and closed, tempting...

A very ugly face, but with such a red and seductive mouth...

Is it true?

King Liu Lu was fighting against his own reason.

There are three thousand beauties in the silhouette, but he actually has a desire for an ugly lantern slave. How can he feel?
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