Fall In Love With A Substitute

It is easy to detect this and the East Palace easily.

Ming Shouques is the princess home, the daughter is a hairs, the summer season has been a year, and the Zhu Mu window in Mingshou Palace has a soft spotted soft peel, the streamer, and the stream is gone.

Feng Yue is walking with the aunt, to the temple, and the furnishings have also changed.

The crystal curtain is hanging around, and the morning dew string on the leaves is taken, and the silk is very outline, and the softness is like a bright willow.

The Swhern Fragrant burner is placed under the window, even the soft peel is contaminated with the fragrance, and it is smoked.

And Song Yizhen stood in front of the incense burner, such as Yushu Qionghua, heard the sound of the sound.

The light smoke is dark, the aroma is angry, the beauty looks back, such as the autumn and water, Gu Pan Shenghui.

The Song Yutu came, the body is shaped, the clothes is like a moonlight, she is profitable, and the sound is as:

"I have seen the emperor."

She is close, and the month will smell the more fragrance from her, it is concentrated, and it is so dark, elegant and clear.

The moon is open, and the fragrance wrapped in the Song Dynasty is more moving.

"What is this?"

"The House of House is sent," said the soul of the soul. "Song Yu was in the hall to stand in the hall.

"Said that it is the first year before the snow, take the fragrant fragrance of the snow, and you can smell the plum incense."

Song Yan is the first time I heard that the fragrance that can smell the smell of the plum, I will try it in a time, and I will try the moon.

"Original."

"I want to send it to the East Palace, and Huang Hao will be available."

How is the same.

In the East Palace, there is no fairy, I see the princess of the phlegm.

Returning to the true colored Song should be shaped, bunch of butterfly knots are broth, waist fine, tenderness.

Chu Chu, which is lingering, is most moving.

"How?" Song Yan smashed the head, clouds like a fog.

Feng Yubi will go back to God, and her tongue has passed from the roots, and the eyes are light and smiled.

"nothing."

"Said, this time is to give you a pastry square, and talk to you."

"The emperor has a heart, I raise it in the palace, it is also lonely ..."

The two said gossip, whispering, rocking, talking about the squat, the princess also took the ivory slopes in the hands of the mouth and the prince.

Because the two are very close, the golden temples on the prince of the prince have hooked to the princess, and the blue silk is lingering in Jinfeng's wings and is out of people.

If one person is in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the other is the spring, the beauty, the clothes is wiped, and the exquisite hollow milky white elephant handle is handed in the spring, and the campaign is detailed and detachable. , Autumn water dark wave.

This scene is like a beautiful man, and it is very pleasing, drinking and drinking and drinking, and there is no such thing as the prince.

From the front, there is no Miss Huanjiao, I want to do my hand with my lady, and I will be avoided by the lady without traces. It is a seal's gussey to the general, and there has never been close to it.

What is like today, alienating is not seen, and the body of the two is only a place to go.

If you drink, you can listen to the two master to enter the jewelry, and the new summer clothes.

The jewelery is very delicate, complete set of blue treasures, and a little bit of gold and silver, Baoyu is glow, putting a straight eye.

The most bright, is a spiritual sesame crystal, and the fluid is clear, no flaws, such as the cold ice chisel, clever.

Feng Yue leisurely stopped on that bond.

The house of the palace passed through the bead curtain, took the summer clothes, because it was the most upstairs, only five or six pieces, spread it on the bed, gave the master.

The two sweep before the shelf bed.

Moon, greenery, color, cherry, different.

Only the same - the exercise is the tailoring, all overlapped fabrics, can see the color of the bed, which is desirable to know how thin.

Fang Ruoguang explained next to Feng Yixiao: "The princess is not ice, the mouse of the summer clothes is a tolly and tulle shirt, and it is a lot of strange style."

In this DPRK, I have been used to love to wear light Luo clothing and heat, but it is often not only cutting this kind of material, only Ming Shouques, because the princess can not be ice, every time the summer, the internal government is only relative.

Song Yan did not cross this kind of row, she remembered that there was a "yarn to the light" name, she reached out, but it was indeed slim more than the side of the light.

I have to try it to Feng Yue, plus the head dressing, and I have completed the bet.

Song Yun remembered the gambling, and found a crowd from the head screen. She glared over the group and laughed:

"What is the month?"

Waiting, wait, there is no response behind.

What is it?

Song Yan turned back and saw that the body was halfway, he heard the sound of the moon and low-lost voice:

"I tried this from you."

Is this in your hand? Song Yu is low, she is twisted, it is a piece of shirt.

"it is good."

Song Yizhen picked up the tabloid, looking back and seal the moon, Feng Yue is close to her.

Xu is the relationship of the window, and the color of the sea is more deeper than weekdays.

Seeing that she did not have the meaning of movement, Song Xiaoyu said:

"I have to change clothes, you eat some pastries, wait a moment."

This is out of yourself.

Sealing the moon, the mandibular point:

"Ok."

She turned and went out, opened the crystal curtain, and went to the main hall.

Before the moon is slow, go to the octagon table, such as Song Yu said, taste pastry.

The people of the martial arts are extremely ear, and the clothing rubbing of the blackloquin is likely to come.

The drums are breathed.

She brought the red bean cake, and a round red bean is very welcoming, falling into her palm.

Feng Yue is idle, the tongue is rolled, and the red beans are rolled into the throat.

Swallow the abdomen.

There is a small excitement.

"how?"

Feng Yue looks back and sways a cutting collision.

"Nothing, it is a bird, floating in the window, has been driven away by the palace people."

The voice of Song Yan is still as , and it is unique to unsuccessful, and it is extremely pleasant.

But at this time, the scene is unlikely, she has hopped the soul by the scene in front of him.

Water curtains, such as ice, laxative silver light.

At the shadow of the shadow, Song Yan is back to yourself, I want to come quickly, and only the hazard has not wrapped around the shoulder arm.

Then the arm is bent, the left left bending the white arms hangs the red yarn, and a pair of round shoulders, which is weak.

After the neck, the green silk is like the cloud group, loosely dispersed, and it is covered, and the sheep fatty small half is revealed.

She is smashed with her hand, her arms are like a phoenix bird, and the first slightly lifted, the blue silk heap fluster, the colorful tulle is covered with the shoulder neck, and it will cover the flawless beauty.

For example, Zhu Mo is dripped into the water, the thin smoke is like a circle. Another example is that the rouge is on the rice paper, and the detailed fluorescence is swollen from the paper.

By silk rolling, jade ice muscles, burning, body stream.

Slim, gentle, magnificent, more love.

Under the window, return to the soul of the soul, beside the incense burner, put the small fan, the fan, the seafront.

The crystal curtain is clear, and the half-skin is half-hidden, everything is like a fairy palace, gorgeous and hazy.

Sealing the month of breathing.

At this point, she should not look back.

Or, before she, she is waiting for a separator to see the head, Tiangong, let her wait.

Now, after enjoying the beautiful scenery, hesitates are baked.

Song Yizhen organizes clothes, see it after approaching, she turned around:

"I change it."

Surrounded by crystal curtains, but when I saw the moon, I was sitting on the crystal curtain, and I only spoke and swayed.

But there is a curtain, and the golden shake is extremely exquisite, and the Song Yun is suspicious of himself. When you look at the second eye, it seems that I have never swayed.

Fengshi is standing up, and the face is as usual:

"Let me look."

Song Yizhen has a laugh, and the hand is slightly lifted, and some beautiful sleeves:

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In the blind blind, crystal flows in her hand, such as separation of clear waves.

She came, the body was invaded, and the Song Dynasty stood, and the two stood.

Two aroma interspers, Song Dao:

"It has been replaced, picks up the first decoration." She walked first to the rigs around the flowers, "said that the moon can I like it?"

After the moon is tight, the eyes fall in her shoulder neck, the answer is as usual:

"The passenger will come to the owner, it is you picking me."

"Hey." Song Yu was stationed in front of the gold and silver jade, which was full of books, and showed the appearance of thinking.

Sealing the moon: "Complete the bet."

"Good." Song Yu sat down on the stool, holding the bokeh, reaching out the arm, than the posture of "please".

Then only the arms of the layers, if the whispering muscle is hidden, the half-mask is half-hidden, and it is divided.

Feng Yue only looked at the eyes and moved away.

Did not see more.

She chose to be a treasure of Tsui Phoenix. After walking to Song, I sent her to the cloud, she controld the power, I am too afraid to get Jiao Jiao.

She is so small, it is always ill, I have to be very careful.

Feng Yue also chose a few glazed moth hair decorations, he did not seem to be a pile of Song's head.

Song Yizhen can't smile, and do two, just avoiding a pile of moth flying into the hair.

After waiting in the morning, it is easy to keep the makeup, she is inadvertently:

"Can you post gold?"

"I hope to gamble, I can listen to respect."

The Song Dynasty in the mirror rushed, obviously a few points of play.

The moon is smashed, and the jade sandwood box that plays all colors of flowers will be opened.

Song Yu is idle, and he will look at the jewelry on the table. After a while, she picked up a string buried in the golden bunch of the hands, and she saw another Qiankun.

This hand is not very strange, left but the gold and silver, and it is rare to make novel, and the strings are string on the three or four extremely small openwork golden balls, and they are filled with Xiangneu, which should be jasmine, Extremely sweet.

Song Yan wore it to the wrist, shakes, and the incense pills rookped.

"Moon, oh."

I am busy picking up the scene of the scene, and I looked at the eyes.

Ying Ying Shengxue's wrist, the hand string floating, the Xiangneu is shaken, the jasmine is overflowing around.

The Song Yizhen wrist is too thin. The hand string is loose into the arm, hiding under the colorless tip, can only see a golden red shadow.

Jasmine is lifted with a passionate warst arm wrist, and then he will not leave.

Fengyue is close to the wooden box, and it is gently masculine.

"Is it not tapped?"

"Okay." Feng Yue should have a good voice, and the common cool and charming voice is sluggish.

"What is the pattern?"

Song Yu sat on the stool, looked back, and the probe went to see the golden hormone in her hand.

Feng Yue is not answered, she is holding the Song Dynasty arm, leaned over, pressed her before the mirror.

The other hand, slightly lifted, Song, jaw, gently and tough.

Sealing the moon.

The peach blossoms are filled with the flourishing mills.

The mouse is like a mist, it is blocked, and it is delicate and weak, and it is diverted before the mirror gold jade.

The light roll shirt slipped to the arm, no more blocked, and the moon is jasmine, it is a sheep fat, it is Jiao Jiao.

The wooden box of the flowers rolled down, and the colors in the front of the sky fell out, and it was worse.

A light smoke is slow and crystal curtain.

Golden is soft.