Then, she was irritable by a bunch of troubles every day, and everything didn't go well, and finally she was depressed...... Forehead...... Well, it's her imagination that enriches it a little bit......

As soon as she thought of this, her scalp was numb, although she was born a lonely lord, she likes to find trouble when she has nothing to do, and even pranks are a small 'evil' a day, and a big 'evil' in three days. All kinds of strange tricks emerge one after another. She loves to play, especially people. In the previous life, when she was still the girl who was the pride of the sky and loved thousands of people-Hua Wu, she was not afraid of those who made trouble for her, and what she was most afraid of was that no one dared to trouble her, of course, she also had the trouble she was afraid of, that is, the trouble that constantly suffered from it, and now it seems that this kind of trouble is about to befall her...... It's really annoying!

Thinking of this, Ling'er's head hurt even more, she resolutely hated such trouble, very resolutely hated.

"Xiao Yeye, I'll go back now, according to what I just said, the cold palace won't be peaceful tonight, and there will definitely be a lot of people going to my residence, whether it's secretly or openly, if the butterfly turns into a trap, I'll be unlucky." Ling'er turned her head to look at the demon night with a wistful face, and said weakly.

At this time, Ling'er had only one thought in her head, that is, she was taken care of by the god of mildew again......

As soon as Jiang Limo heard this, she thought of the seriousness of the matter, and immediately stood up excitedly, pushed Ling'er into the arms of Demon Night, and said, "Since this is the case, why don't you leave quickly, if you continue to grind, maybe something will really happen." ”

Ling'er was pushed by this sudden push, but fortunately she was caught by the demon night in time, otherwise she would definitely fall to the ground, and she secretly discharged the river countless times in her heart.

Demon Night hugged a warm fragrant nephrite full of spring, and he was extremely happy in his heart, but he didn't forget what he should do now.

At this moment, Zhao Meiyu was sitting on a stool in the courtyard, listening to the crisp and soft singing, I didn't know what she was thinking, she could only hear it from her small and almost inaudible muttering: "Did you sing this song?" Originally...... With the song to match, is it ...... It's so good......"

Now that I think about it, I used to want to hurt people for that position, and now I think about it for a while, but it's okay...... It's good that there are no dead people...... Now that she has figured it out, the emperor's heart is not here, so what's the use of her forcing it. Yes, it's useless at all......

Because, the emperor's heart has always been with that weak and moving woman, and it has always been ...... Even this so-called prince ......

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"The emperor has arrived—"

I only heard a shrill and slightly harsh voice sounding in the cold palace, and the butterfly pretending to be Ling'er was half frightened to death, and his heart was extremely resentful. This emperor, when will he not come, he has to come now, but he blames Miss, she sings when she has nothing to sing, and she is also passed to this palace, and in the end, she is worried about her butterfly.

"Now that the young lady hasn't come back yet, I can only go out to block it by myself, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable." Hua Die whispered to herself, strengthening her courage, and at the same time secretly praying: Miss, you should come back quickly, otherwise, Hua Die will not last long.