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Some little girls cried even more touchingly.

Jun Wuji, who was sitting in the first place, his scorching gaze did not leave Qian Mo's body.

Until Qian Mo was no longer visible, his gaze slowly retracted.

In his eyes, there was a glimmer of momentum that was sure to win.

This woman, just a look in his eyes, entered his heart.

By tomorrow, he must go with the emperor brother.

At this time, the banquet is still going on. Since I have just watched Qian Mo and their dance, what appears at this time is as meaningless as cool and white.

The crowd ate and drank, and finally presented their birthday gifts.

This birthday dinner is over.

On the way back, Tang Qingming heard the court ladies around him whispering light ink and light ink.

I knew that this time, Qian Mo had become famous in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, there is still a little halo of the heroine.

Tang Qingming returned to the sleeping hall and took off the heavy headwear and dress before he cleaned it again and lay on the soft couch again.

A court lady wringed her hair dry, and a court lady applied pearl ointment gently on her body.

Because her skin is so soft, she needs such careful care every day.

Before it was finished, Jun Wuyan walked in.

The palace ladies stopped their movements and saluted Jun Wuyan.

Because of the incense being lit, the whole house is filled with a faint fragrance.

Because the movements of the palace ladies were extremely gentle, Tang Qingming didn't think he had closed his eyes.

Of course he didn't know, Jun Wuyan had already walked over at this time.

Jun Wuyan walked to Tang Qingming and looked at her crystal clear face under the candlelight.

He waved his hand to make people leave.

The maids looked at each other and left.

Jun Wuyan sat down on one side and looked at Tang Qingming's exposed calf.

It was still stained with pearl ointment, and it hadn't spread out yet.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed it up gently. Her skin was very tender, even though it was very light and light, there were still red marks on her legs.

Jun Wuyan stretched out his hands helplessly, and stopped moving.

He covered Tang Qingming's body with a thin blanket on one side.

His eyes are deep, like the vast starry sky.

As if thinking of something, Jun Wuyan got up again.

He had just walked out of the hall when he ran into the light ink that was about to come in.

"Yeah... the emperor..."

Qian Mo knelt on the ground quickly.

Jun Wuyan looked at her condescendingly. She was still wearing a female official uniform, but she deliberately lowered the neckline with great scheming, and the whiteness on the front of her chest was also slightly exposed.

"Are you the one dancing today?"

Jun Wuyan asked.

"Yes!"

As soon as Qianmo heard it, her heart was ecstatic.

"Yes, named Rong Hua!"

After Jun Wuyan finished speaking, he stepped towards the front.

The surprise came too suddenly, Qian Mo was still kneeling there.

Although it was only a fifth-grade Rong Hua, it was also very gratifying.

After all, she didn't wait for the bed, she just danced a dance in front of the temple.

But slowly, the emperor will certainly-pet-love her.

Qian Mo slowly stood up, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Tang Qingming who was still sleeping on the soft couch.

There was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, just wait! Tang Qingming.