Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Yang Yue took her to a palace, and when Luo went into the dust, he felt the warmth of the face, and the feet were warmer.

The air is filled with a touch of sandalwood, which is her favorite taste.

There are delicate cakes on the table, and there is a pot. She loves Biluochun most.

Perhaps it was because I didn't feel the feeling of being cared for for a long time, or maybe it was sandalwood that smothered her eyes, but made her unconsciously red-eyed.

For a long time here, she found that she became more and more sentimental, and she couldn’t help but see her eyes.

I am moved, sad, and bleak...

She doesn't seem to have been bad, but if she wants to say how happy she is... I really don't have...

"The niece is resting here for a while. After the point is over, the subordinate will come back and call the goddess."

"So..." Luo dusted a little and sighed: "I don't have to go?"

"Yeah said no."

Why is it that she does not let her go?

In fact, the first reaction in her heart was that she was afraid that she would be embarrassed for too long, afraid that she would suffer from cold.

But all the things he has shown in this period have made her think so, but hesitated.

It was about three hours, and the door of the room was opened.

Du Jiusheng wore a plain white robes and walked in.

She looked at him and did not speak. He looked at her quietly, and he said for a long time: "This is your bedroom."

When Luo dusted in, he saw the plaque of this palace. It seems to be a refurbished palace. His name is the same as that in the palace.

"Ha ha--"

Probably at this moment, Luo Dust really understood that he was sitting in this palace for three hours. Why?

Every palace in the Snow King Palace has its own name. It is ok to be in a palace where you want to live. Only one person can't.

That is the queen.

The Queen of the Snow Kingdom must live in the Weiyang Palace. This is a rule and a symbol of identity.

Du Jiusheng gently squats, and the bottomless scorpion carries an endless and complicated emotion: "Or you have other palaces you want to live..."

"Wuyang Palace, will the emperor let me live?" Luo Dingchen can clearly feel that when he said this sentence, his voice was shaking.

Silence, silence, silence.

After a few seconds, he said: "I have let Yang Yue go to clean up the Weiyang Palace, and tomorrow will be..."

“砰—” Luo’s white sleeves suddenly pushed, pushing the tea pot on the table to the ground.

The immediate guard outside the door immediately said: "His Royal Highness, do you need your subordinates to come in?"

"You don't have to come in."

Luo Ding only felt that moment was the most impulsive moment in her life. When she wanted to calm down, she could no longer control herself.

"You go, you go, you go -" She almost screamed and shouted: "Forever, never come to me."

"Dust..."

"I'm fed up!" The tears in her eyes were almost like broken pearls, falling down drop by drop. I saw her gently bite her lips: "I really have enough. If you have any difficulties, you can say, you can tell me. But month after month, year after year, you let me How to find an excuse for you, desperately convince yourself that you will love me and love me!"

"I……"

"Sorry for my nine-year-old brother, I really can't find an excuse..."