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67, special treatment 1400

When she and Haiyin returned to Jiaofang Palace, she never expected that there would be an uninvited "shameless" person so late at night.

Beichen Mofeng was sitting on the golden phoenix enamel nanmu chair of her princess. If it weren't for the dim light, his entire face would probably be dark.

This person can play the role of Bao Gong and just put on the moon, without even having to put on makeup.

Why do I have so many unhappy things all day long, and my face looks dark all day long?

Mu Yunsang saw him inside, turned around and whispered to Haiyin, Haiyin went down.

Mu Yunsang entered, and his lazy eyes fell on Beichen Mofeng's face without hesitation.

"Your Highness, you seem unhappy. If you came here to have fun, then I'm sorry, it's getting late and my Jiaofang Palace is closed."

A dignified princess, after so many days of training, her words are still so confusing, philistine and vulgar.

He looked at her dissatisfied.

"Leng Qi didn't teach you how to salute when you see me?"

"Your Majesty, good luck!"

She spoke word by word, lingering on the last word, each word becoming lazier than the last. She looked down, slightly blessed, and looked relaxed.

Beichen Mofeng was sure that she did it on purpose.

His dark eyes flashed, and he quickly stepped forward.

Mu Yunsang didn't hide at all.

If you hide, you can't beat him anyway.

"Where have you gone?" He stared at her face coldly.

She looked into his eyes fearlessly and smiled, very charmingly.

"Take a walk and sober up."

The answer is concise and to the point.

"How did you know him?"

"He? Oh, Prince Gong, how do I know?"

She has no original memory of inheriting this body at all. How does she know who this body knows and how she knows it?

Therefore, the only answer that can be given to him is this.

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me, Muyun Sang."

"You can ask your brother, I also want to know how we met?" she retorted.

Beichen Mofeng's cold eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her wrist and looked at her hard: "Listen to me, no matter what, you are my person in life, and my ghost in death.

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"Hiss!" It fucking hurts.

Is he this rough to all women?

Or was she just lucky? She was "treated" specially.


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