After Wen Qingyao came back from Fangshoutang that night, except for going to greet the old lady in the morning, she rarely went out, squinted her eyes and rested for a long time, and was in a daze for a few days.

When Wen Qingyao got up, Xingyue Tower was already brightly lit, and today's Hundred Flowers Meeting, the day when everyone in Beijing was praying, everyone woke up early, sacrificed incense, and was happy.

Wen Qingyao raised her eyebrows and looked out of the hazy window, humming softly beside the bed, Xu was not sleeping well, Yanyan listened to the movement and walked, lifted the curtains, and the glimmer hung on Wen Qingyao's face, like a green lotus out of the water, beautiful.

"Miss, the old lady asked someone to come early in the morning to pass the word, let the young lady be tighter, just finish grooming, don't have to make up, and enter the palace

"The Waste Wood Princess, She Is Black Again" Chapter 120 The grievances of the previous life are being beaten in the hand, please wait a while,

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