Cheng Qingwan was taken to the private room by Yuanqi, she sat in front of the window, looking at the dancing women in the hall.

Tulle wrapped, slender waist, soft figure dancing in the dim candlelight, the charming and shy expression on the face made the guests in the audience unable to take their eyes off it.

She propped her head and bumped into the gaze of the bustard downstairs.

That kind of scrutiny, scrutiny, and cargo-like gaze made her very uncomfortable.

Cheng Qingwan's mind flashed through the living spring palace just now, she couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach, and quickly turned around.

Yuan Qi looked at her strange eyes and looked downstairs, but saw nothing.

At this time, the bustard brought a few girls into the ...... with pastries

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