Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The glare of the fire instantly illuminates the entire firewood house, and the men and the ladies who saw a few naked women are not looking away.

"Wang Zhongwei, you look like this, what kind of system!" Li Hao angered: "This is the clothing bureau, Wang Zhong's guards in the middle of the night... I don't care what it is here!"

"Li Wei...all of them...all of them..." Wang Zhong said as he pointed to the right side: "All she seduce me, seeing that I am not going, the sword shattered me after the incident was revealed. The clothes are her...all of them..."

Everyone looked at Wang Zhong’s direction. There was no one in the direction he pointed at. Perhaps it should be said... There is no other person except Wang Zhong in the whole firewood house.

"Li Wei..." On the side of the 浣衣局, the palace lady gathered in the ear of Li Wei: "This Wang Zhong bodyguard should not have any quirks."

Another palace girl immediately said: "If he doesn't have any quirks, it must be a mental problem."

"You two went to sue the head of the guards who had cleared the door, and let him come to the clothing bureau to lead people.

Wang Zhong seemed to feel that something was wrong and looked at him in the direction of his right.

Empty people, not even a shadow.

Just listening to his ‘ah’’ screaming, his eyes turned and he was fainted.

Because Luo Dust is not very good at digesting the memory of the original master, he moved to a place that she was not familiar with when she moved.

In the backyard of the palace, one step went wrong, step by step wrong, and now she is just a palace lady in the dressing bureau, naturally she can't make mistakes.

Surrounded by rockeries all around, the flowers are overflowing and should be the Royal Garden.

Luo dusted his eyebrows and walked quickly toward the direction of the clothing bureau.

As everyone knows, a corner directly hits people.

"Be careful -" the other party reacted quickly and immediately grabbed her wrist and let her stand firmly, instead of coming into close contact with the earth.

She was slightly decapitated, and the evening wind passed, and a beautiful face was reflected in her cheek.

Song Nan Mo.

He wore a blue-brown jewellery gown and a gold belt around his waist. Long eyebrows like Liu, like a eucalyptus, not thick and not light under the eyebrows, narrow eyes like spring water. Handsome side face, perfect facial contours impeccable.

His dark, ink-colored scorpion shimmers, and even if the night is full, it can't cover the little stars in the scorpion.

"Song Daren who had been seen by the slaves." Luo hurriedly hurriedly bowed and did not dare to have a half-over.

The ancestors of Songnan Mo are all founding fathers, the father is the general who killed the enemy on the battlefield, the sister is the softness of the harem, and the younger sister is the daughter-in-law of the prime minister.

And he was a young minister of the Ministry of Industry. Not only is the companion of today's holy, but also his best friend.

The little palace girl in the entire palace saw him as a pair of flowers and idiots to see the male god, because he is the best looking man in the entire Forbidden City.

The identity between her and him is so disparate, it is still true... difficult.

"Get up." His faint opening, his eyebrows twitched: "You are the palace lady of the dressing bureau?"

Luo slammed the dust and said: "Yes."

"Why is it so late in the Royal Garden?" Song Nanmo's voice is very nice, like the spring in the summer, cool as water.

"When you return to the adults, one of the clothes received by the 浣衣局 today is stained with one of the maiden's clothes. How can you not wash it? The slaves... The slaves take a few petals to clean the clothes. It works."