Fall In Love With A Substitute

"what?"

This sentence is too beyond the daily thinking model of Song, is very strange, and she asked with a sense.

What is it?

Subsequently, in the eyes of the sea, the people in front of the people were so mindful, and the Song Dynasty finally wrapped around the bend.

"..."

What is the moon?

"This is not."

Song Yun said that there is no land, and the scene is not allowed to follow, keeping with:

"Why can't you?"

The lip of the Song Dynasty.

Feng Yue also thought she had to take the old saying that "you is my emperor", said, but Song Yan did not say it.

Feng Yue's leisure lip is slightly hooked.

"That, why not?"

The side shadow of the palace of the temple outside the palace is separated, and the palace float is floating.

Feng Yi is waiting for the Song's answer.

Half, yet, yet.

Click here.

"Since the princess is not willing to meet -"

Sealing the moon and leisurely, the skirt is tailing.

At this time, she hangs on the back of the skirt, and she likes her sheep fat jade, cool and delicate.

Song Yan pulled the hand of the moon, and the strength was very light, but the end of the unmatched words of the mountains and stopped her.

"Move back to the Zheng Temple."

It is not turned back.

She fingertips hook, it seems that I want to reveal back and die again.

The sound of Feng Yubi also controls very well, still weak:

"Waiting for you." Her tongue tongue a roll, "from ..."

The days are fast, and the mountains sent a letter to Kang Xueying, and they will chase the people of Chu Wang.

When this batch is returned to Jingzhong, the sick of the Prince is also full.

This time, this time didn't send people to the East Palace. The words were very excited to let the prince continue the idea of ​​the secondary.

I want to come to the emperor, although I have sent a second, venting the fire, and the body is not as good as before, I need a prince to go back to help, he can sit on the dragon chair.

Dynasty people feel that the Prince does not want to dequote - the country for a long time, who is willing to return the power back?

Unlike their guess, the Eastern Palace is not very warm, the prince fully expresses the respect for the emperor, and practice what is practicing what is only quiet and peace of mind.

Such a prince will undoubtedly let the emperor are rest assured, and the Qing Palace is getting more and more, until this day, the prince is very good.

The coming is the most love of the emperor, and I don't want to be high in the past, I'm going to go to the prince, I have a good words, I will say a little bit of the prince. The meaning of pine mouth.

Waiting to see the Palace of the Palace, the treasure bottle, from the West side hall, look down, it is the prince to move back to the Zheng Hall.

How does the Prince have moved from the main hall, however, however, however, it is said that the prince's condition is reversed, and it is inconvenience, and the square is sleeping.

The outer head is really false unattended, but move back at this time, it is a good sign that is a good condition.

"Hey, the Prince, you look like this, you can't keep the temple. Emperor is reading you, looking forward to you, you -"

Outside, Feng Yue will help the Palace, and lift it:

"Who is here?"

"Prince Wanfu."

Hong Chang is busy, this prince can be different from the ordinary hometown master, he does not dare to neglect.

"I was saying that the emperor asked the Taizi to raise the temple."

Feng Moon sat down on the seat side of the Song Dynasty, and looked casually.

"The prince's body is somber, and will raise the two days. The father will comply with it, and you will have a lot of mouth."

Hong Chang is hard, if there is no emperor order, who dares to come to the East Palace.

"It is a slave, hey, a tongue." He said, light fan herself.

The sound of the moon and smiled and didn't think about it:

"I am free to do this, if you don't do, you will go down."

Seeing that the prince is good, it is good, not a lot of investigation, Hong Chang is tones, busy:

"Slave remained."

It is often refunded, and the moon is easy to sweep the temple in the temple, the road:

"Fang people have opened the library, replace some things, these are all tired."

Song Yu also looked also, and the first:

"Yes it is."

Seal the moon.

Can it be made by her.

As the Prince of the Prince moved back to the Zheng Temple, there was a lot of packages in the temple.

In the original temple, there is no peeled water curtain, this time, the same is covered, the wave is floating, and there is a bit of soft and beautiful.

This is a little bit.

Before going to bed in the evening, it is a practice to bathe.

Usually people are just putting the rock into the water and cooked, making it into the blue soup to bathe.

It is used in the East Palace, which is the scent of Yuxiang in the Western Region, and the fragrant soup cooked in other colors.

The bath pep is sinking more than ten kinds of flowers and pearls, and pearls, jar, bellfast, and the skin like Yulu.

Bathing out, there is a fragrant water in the skin, and the dark fragrance is disappeared, and then wrapped in the super-cool shirt, half-skinned.

Drinking and snowing, I am rubbing the hair, then smoked slowly, smoked, smoked, slowly combing it with ivory comb.

The fragrance is hot and the boom, and the warmth is fluttering, and the Song, who is going to sleep early, sleep, sleep.

It is being attacked by warm fragrance, and the golden tulle account is set off, and the candle shadow is like a gold, slide over the account, reflecting a pair of movies in the account.

Song Yan opened his eyes, and he saw that the month was idle.

There is no one in the outside, only a palace lamp.

Feng Yue is very fragrant, jade bone shirt, green silk, spring is boundless.

Song Yin's mind has emerged, but because of the birth of Angel soup, she blinks, she can't fall sleepy, the eyelash is more slow, and I have to fall asleep.

Feng Yue was idle, and the bed of her body was blotted, and then looked at my neat quilt.

When the hand waves, the Jin was being opened out, straight to the couch.

Song Yan was awakened, and his eyes were finally open.

She stood up, tilted the probe, the more the shoulders of the moon, and looked at the following:

"What is this?"

Feng Yue did not answer.

She fingers a bomb, and finally a palace light is also extinguished.

The account is dark.

"The quilt under the temple, all of me cover one cover."

Song Yizhen is hysterested, not thinking about how to answer, in the dark, a warm fragrance is gentle, and she is full of her body.

Feng Moon can vaguely visually visible at night, she extinguished the lights, and then went to see the Song Yu.

I said that the lamp is watching the beauty, but I have destroyed the lamp and then watch the beauty, and it is another kind of hazy.

This kind of beauty is wrapped.

Song Yan is on the movement of the probe, the waist line is stretched, the back waist is collapsed, and the snowy clothes are stacked in the fine lank.

Feng Yue licked the teeth, and the arm will take the people into the arms.

Heat and cool alternate.

Song Yan is as if the body is trembled, and the friction brought by tremor is exciting to toes.

Hold, it should be fine ...

Song Yizhen was put on the bench and pushed her:

"I slept early - ..."

In the words, half the neck is wet.

Such as delicate flower petals, being thrown into the hot aroma soup.

Hey, water vapor infiltration, I'm going to pire to play the petals, and it is soft collapsed.

The dexterous hand is allocated with petals, stirring a pool of spring water.

The snow colors were faded and exposed to the shoulders of the jade.

She bowed, and the Song Xiaoyan took advantage.

The petlets of the tender powder sprinkles on the Song dynasty, gently, and more, the red scar is becomers, and more messy.

If it is a petal, it is broken, and the flowers of the flowers are grouped.

The powder tears, it is rumored, and it is stocked with the bracket shaped in the bamboo.

The Song Yizhen took the shoulders of the park and was put on the posture of the taste.

The hand is still on the blind man, it seems that I want to push it, but I can't make it.

Her voice is extremely restrained, fragile, bringing out of a man and pitiful.

It's a delicate person.

Song Yizhen half came outside, like a beautiful jade, more magnificent than snow.

The clothes hanging in her arms, hooked, with the Song Dynasty trembled, and helpless.

Feng Yard is rolling, so I want to help Song, let this clothes rest.

"No ..."

Song Yizhen hanging on her shoulder arm, head and move, the blue silk is itchy.

Fengshi will stop.

Song Yu is easily tone.

Next interest.

Her jaw is lifted, and the lips are hot.

The clothes were forced to peel off and pushed away from the pile of boom.

This time, Song Yan did not say anything to refuse.