The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Half a month later.

The Princess of the Snow Country married the Prince of the Moon Country.

The two countries formed a good relationship between Qin and Jin.

Many people know that the crown prince of Yue Kingdom is the most beloved eldest prince before the emperor of Yue Kingdom.

And the princess of Snow Country...

Many people have doubts.

After all, not even the ministers of the Snow Country knew when there would be a princess in the Snow Country.

Shangguanjing did not explain this.

It's just that the dowry has added layers after layers.

It is enough to show that he attaches great importance to this princess.

The day of the wedding.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Moon Country came to the Snow Country to greet him in person, and was escorted by the General of the Snow Country himself along the way.

The scene was spectacular.

The general glanced at Fengqing in a complicated mood, and then turned to look at Her Royal Highness in the carriage.

"..." Who would have thought that His Majesty, whom he has always loved so sincerely, is actually a little princess?

Looking back on the past, the general sighed again and again.

That's all, now I only hope that the princess and the prince of the Yue Kingdom can love each other and live forever.

After that, there is probably no need to worry about any war between the two countries.

As for him, he just needs to assist the new emperor well in the future.

Think about the rest.

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Moon Kingdom East Palace.

Chacha sat there quietly, the autumn water around her drove away the rest of the maids.

Immediately afterwards, she heard the master's resentful voice.

"Qiu Shui, hurry up, find me something to eat!"

Tired and hungry.

After saying that, she raised her hand and was about to lift the red hijab, but Qiu Shui quickly stopped her.

"Master, we have to wait for His Royal Highness to remove the red hijab with his own hands."

Chacha, "..." OK, wait for him.

Qiu Shui found some pastries and handed them to Chacha.

This made her master quiet for a while.

Fortunately, Fengqing didn't make her wait too long, and walked in quickly.

At that time, Chacha had just finished eating the pastry in her hand.

Qiu Shui turned around and silently prepared to hand over a glass of wine, then stepped back and closed the door tightly.

Hearing footsteps, she immediately waved to Feng Qing, "Come here quickly."

Feng Qing walked over with a smile, lifting the hijab with her slender fingers.

His gaze was fixed on Ruyu's face, who was close at hand, and the person he was thinking of had finally become his rightfully.

Chacha glanced at him, and muttered, "Help me quickly take off these hairpins, they are so heavy."

Tired and hungry and sleepy.

"it is good."

Feng Qing gently helped her pick them off one by one, and her ink-like long hair fell loose.

It makes her pretty face more and more petite.

Chacha muttered a few more words, covered her mouth and yawned, her dark eyes were stained with a layer of water, and were wet.

Feng Qing took two glasses of wine, and said in a warm voice, "Hey, drink up the wine first, and then go to bed."

"Okay." Chacha nodded obediently, her eyelids began to twitch.

Obviously sleepy.

Seeing her appearance, Feng Qing quickly handed the glass of wine to her.

Let's drink a glass of wine.

Chacha trembled all over, Ruyu's small face was quickly stained with a blush.

She looked at Feng Qing in front of her, stretched out her hand to pinch his face, and muttered, "Don't shake around!"

Feng Qing raised her arms and hugged the person in her arms, looking at the person in her arms with a delicate expression.

This amount of alcohol... is really cute.

He shook his head, full of helplessness.

"Hey, lie down and sleep."

"Well, sleep." The slender fingers pulled Fengqing's clothes not too gently.

Feng Qing was startled, and looked at the little drunk in his arms suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

Chacha was confident, "Sleep! Don't you take off your clothes before going to bed, did you drop them?"

Hearing this, the corners of Feng Qing's lips moved slightly, his dark eyes deepened, and even his voice became hoarse, "It makes sense, I'll help you."

The little drunk nodded with a smile, retracted his hands, and lay obediently in his arms, "Okay!"

Let someone do what they want...