Cheng Qingwan didn't answer, poured a glass of wine, and drank it directly.

The icy liquid runs from the throat to the stomach, causing a hot scorch.

She endured the discomfort and said lightly: "You sit down and tell me about the things in the palace." ”

"Slaves don't dare." Cui Huan stood in place, bowed his head and said.

Cheng Qingwan raised her eyes and looked up and down, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a goose egg face, slender eyes, wearing a dark green, and her hair and makeup were slightly old-fashioned.

"There's no outsider here, sit down." She looked at the person in front of her who was still about to excuse herself, and her tone suddenly became a little tougher: "Don't excuse again, sit down." ”

"Yes." ......

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