The night is blurry, and a pale goose yellow on the horizon has a pretty arc.

In Shengjing, under the night, it is also very prosperous, chanting lightly to the moon, the sound of the piano is faint, and it is a thriving scene.

The entire Northern Heavenly Palace, like a great enemy, except for one brilliant light, the entire palace was dark, and the atmosphere was indescribably solemn.

At the main gate, the trembling eyes around the luxurious carriage were about to speak, and it was the forbidden army of the imperial city.

In the courtyard, a person who is unswerving and unswerving, sitting in a wheelchair and straightening up like a wangfu stone, is a cheap grandfather.

In the room, with a grim face and a strange thing in his hand, he had an irresistible strong momentum, this was Mrs. Hua.

The palace, the guards are like sculptures, and they don't dare to say anything quietly, and everyone seems to be frozen, these are the soldiers of the Northern Heavenly Palace.

In the end, it was a face of resistance under the lights, a body of reluctance, and a look of disobedience to death or death, which was naturally the center of the storm that caused such a strange situation in the Northern Heavenly Palace-Fenghua.

"Kid, good boy, choose one of these." Finally, Mrs. Hua, who is also her mother-in-law, opened her mouth, and the corners of her mouth under the half-ghost crying mask were gently hooked.

"Don't choose!" Holding firmly on the thickest legs of the largest table in the room, Fenghua resolutely objected.

"Fenghua!" Grandfather, who didn't know what was going on outside the door, his voice froze, although he didn't deliberately release his fighting spirit, but the majesty that had lasted for a long time made the whole courtyard more and more heavy.

"Shut up! What should I do if I scare my grandson? Mrs. Hua, who was originally good-natured, had a stern voice, grabbed a handful of things casually, and threw them on the window.

"Okay, you continue, you continue." As a result, the Lord Zhenguo died down and turned into a standing wife stone again.

"Good grandson, come on, come on, choose a good one." Mrs. Hua spoke bitterly, looking at her grandson in front of her, she was really reluctant to be strict, so she had to be soft.

"Don't choose, don't choose, don't choose! Don't try to get it in my face. "Her head shook into a rattle, not that she refused too directly, but that those things were too outrageous! Resolutely do not stick it on your face.

"But ......" Looking at Fenghua, Mrs. Hua's words were a little bitter, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes. She knew that Fenghua was a daughter, and naturally she knew that Fenghua was good-looking, but she didn't know that when that hangerlang was a grandson who liked to climb trees and dig mud to do evil, he always wore cloth clothes, and after washing off the lead, he only wore a clean white dress, which was so eye-catching, so people couldn't take their eyes off.

Grandpa shocked the continent, and his father moved the world.

But they weren't royalty.

Today's elegance, if she is too good, it will be a disaster after all, why did God push her to the cusp of the imperial capital?

"Okay, okay, I know how to do it, as long as you take those things away!" was softly looked at by grandma's gaze, Fenghua helplessly deaf and pulled his head, the rise and fall of the dynasty since ancient times is the cunning rabbit dead lackey cooking, a sentence of high merit shocking the master, how helpless in this era.

After pushing her mother-in-law out, Fenghua took the rouge gouache and other things on the table and began to paint them on her body and face in a mess, but a ruthless edge flashed in her eyes, and she wanted to use the Hongmen banquet to try her, and she came.