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Category: Overhead History Author: Snowball Title:
Ningxiang walked into Qingcaly Pavilion with dining tables, and there was a crisp flute playing Jiangnan minor, and the flute sounded gently. She tapped at the door.
"Sir, here comes the table."
The flute came to a screeching halt, and then there was a man's deep voice. She walked into the room with her head down and went to the table to set the table.
"That sounds crisp. I wonder how the Taoist priest is? " The man quipped, "Look up and show your majesty." Then she reached out to lift her chin and was evaded by her.
"Childe self-respect" she still didn't look up but said coldly.
"Bold girl, I still need you to teach me what self-esteem is!" The man stood up and stopped her way, and raised his face with difficulty. "Hum, I thought it was a stunning woman, just a glib little girl." The tone was full of disdain.
Ning Xiang looked at the man in front of him, with a black robe with gold edges, a big knife-shaped eyebrow and a big eye, handsome and extraordinary, and he was undoubtedly a royal middleman when he called himself "Wang" just now.
"Li Qing, don't tease her. It's easy to come out and play. Stop it." The man who has been standing by the window turned around with Yu Di. The sweet voice suddenly looks opposite to those pale blue eyes, making a face that looks like a foreigner cold. ...