Do you have a sculptor book that smiles?
I was kicked from my bed by the Emperor, and I was thrown into a cold palace, laughing to death.
I said I was crossing, Your Majesty: “Oh, what’s the price of a shirt?” I’m sorry.
“Nine pounds of 15pence.” I’m sorry.
As a result, there was no large-scale recognition, and the Emperor became dim, and he sent me directly to the Cold Palace.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
What’s going on? We’re from back home!
Your Highness, the courtesan whispered, “What are you doing so badly you have to mimic the first queen. I’m sorry.
What? Isn’t that what all those who read too much know? I’m doing my ass. I’m doing my face. I’m doing my face.
“The late Queen and His Majesty were in deep love, but unfortunately, early in the day, left His Majesty alone to look at the poem she left behind. I’m sorry.
Poems?
I’m testing the sexual opening: “The moonlight in front of the bed–? I’m sorry.
“What’s the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
“This is the first of the first poems of the late Queen, and everyone in the palace will bear it.” I’m sorry.
Dude, I’m going to sit down. Why don’t you leave a way for the queen?
The first day of Cold Palace, cold and cold.
The day after the Cold Palace, I was hungry and hungry.
First week of Cold Palace, boring, boring, boring. It’s so boring that I’ve taken my identity out of my life that I know the details of when I was a kid.
“Tell the Emperor I didn’t cross.” “I grabbed the door and said to the guard outside.
The guards are cold-faced: “Mother, Your Majesty does not like to be followed by the late queen. I’m sorry.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
The Queen of the First?
“Well, maybe you know the water density is 1.0x10m3kg/m3? I’m sorry.
The guards are cold and cold: “The humbles also know that the oil density is 0.8xm3kg/m3. I’m sorry.
Dude, I can’t believe the science in primary school.
“Helium lithium?”
“Carbon nitrous fluoride. I’m sorry.
“The eccentricity doesn’t change? I’m sorry.
“The symbol looks at the quadrant. I’m sorry.
One, two, three, four, five?
“Go up the mountain and fight the tiger. I’m sorry.
“A flash and a flash? I’m sorry.
“The sky is full of small stars. I’m sorry.
“Do you know the theorem of stock? I don’t give a shit.
The guard looked at me like a fool. “The humble man knew the Law of Roberta.” I’m sorry.
I said, “…” 淦!
I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
The first month of the Cold Palace has passed.
I’m sorry, I’m sad, I’m scolding, I’m dying.
The late Queen is dead. Maybe it’s back to the world.
I touched the post, I touched the head, I squeezed, I burst — forget it, I fear pain.
What if he crashes and dies?
Wait, how did I get through it? I can’t remember my past.
I’m even sadder.
This night, I was lying on a broken bed in the Cold Palace and I was sitting there.
A big brother in black suddenly appeared, smiling at me with that face like the Emperor.
What are you doing?
I was scared, and I said, “My Lord is porcelain.” I’m sorry.
He’s like, “What?”
I’m:
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “You crossed?”
I said, “No.” “Stop saying, my concubine is tired and my concubine is really tired.
“Oh,” he continued, “What are you?” I’m sorry.
And We said: ‘Father Zhao Zoe, brother Zhao Park, the concubine is but one of the ants of the evil-governed society. * * * In the middle of the night, the * * * * * In the middle of the night * * In the middle of the night * * in the middle of the night * * in the middle of the night * in the middle of the night.
“Oh,” he touched his chin, “so your name is Zhao Zhao, and your family is a loyal supporter of a good store?” I’m sorry.
“Well, yes, you said it all–the-good shop? * I’m a spirit holding his shoulder * I’m sorry.
He smiled, and said, “I am not.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
Listen, you’re so cold and heartless, you’ve committed a crime, you’ve stolen my little heart and you have returned it to me in pieces. What kind of thin lips can spit such cold words out?
“You’re also from the 21st century, aren’t you? * And he’s pulling my hand. *
“My sister-in-law would have been fine with you if she was still here. I’m sorry.
Madam? Wait, wait, wait!
I’ll call for help.
And he began to say to himself, “Now that you have travelled, you shall not recognize me.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know you, but I know I took your pants off.
“I’m called the Night Sine,” and he suddenly came close and softened his voice. I’m sorry.
“I’m Zhao Zhao. I’m sorry.
He smiled, “I asked you what your original name was. I’m sorry.
I can’t tell you that I can’t remember anything but the name Zhao, as if the fact that I lived in modern times had been erased by an invisible hand.
I closed my eyes with grief: “I forgot, I can’t remember. I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you tell me where you’re from? * He doesn’t know where to draw a bottle of wine and smiles with a soft lips * I’m sorry.
I can’t help but think about it, and it’s like, “Come and have fun.”
“…”
I was put on the roof with a high night string with a collar and I wanted to escape.
“Big brother, perhaps the Queen has explained something like fear of heights?” I’m sorry.
He grunted and pretended not to hear: “Come and tell me your story.” I’m sorry.
I said, “I, I, I, I, I.” Help! I can’t stand my legs!
“…”he dazzled his eyes, and in the light of the moon his five officials were soft, with a slight arc of his mouth.
“Oh,” he shoots me in the head, and puts a finger on a tree with a 20-metre mark at the corner of the Cold Palace: “The King thinks it’s beautiful, what do you think?” I’m sorry.
I’m gonna cry, I’m gonna cry, I’m gonna cry. I’m sorry.
“Okay,” he’s happy. I’m dying. “You like it. I like a ghost.
I sat close to him with fear and my hands tied to one of his arms, while ancient feudalism was farts to me. “The feudalism teaches the nature of human beings. These people play games with other people and build their happiness on others!
“Oh? “Who’s Ruther?” I’m sorry.
And I cried, and said, “My lord.” I’m sorry.
That was the only thing that touched this man, who stood up “in the face” and almost rolled me off the roof.
“What’s wrong with you? “I shouted, and I held his leg with my mouth.
He took my hand off my shoulder and carried me on my shoulder, and I was like, “Stand up, you son of a bitch!” I’m sorry.
I was standing on the ground when the wind tickled.
“The king is gone!” I’m sorry.
I said, “Oh. I’m sorry.
He’s standing there, “The King is gone! I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
“The door is there.” I’m sorry.
Zhao, you…
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
“Take it easy”?
He seemed so angry, he came up with his little fists and stinged me a few times. I’m sorry.
Dude, I’m going straight to the top of my family, and I didn’t expect the Queen to be so full of business.
“My Lord,” I stopped his little fist. “See you tomorrow? I’m sorry.
“The King is gone. I’m sorry.
I scratched my head.
He took a small step and continued to repeat: “The King is gone. I’m sorry.
I grabbed the ear, “What are you trying to say?” I’m sorry.
“…the high night string bites its teeth, it’s vague, it’s Lu Xue…”
I said, “What?”
High night chord: “He, the man…”
“Oh,” I realized, “My God, what’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“…”
“You,” with the high night string, “Do you like him?” I’m sorry.
I say, “…?”
Don’t tell me you’re acting like you’re jealous.
I touched my face. Did I look so beautiful?
Boy, I forgive you, because I can’t be angry with a man with such a high eye.
The young master harassed me for a month after I made my humble request that you leave me alone.
So today was a boring day.
And We crouched under that tree, which was about twenty metres tall, and dug a pit in which he buried the high nightline, and wondered why he came with a bottle of wine every time, and asked me to throw him to the ground after drinking. Once the earth had been taken, it was gently stepped on its back.
I was so upset, “Who is it? I’m sorry.
There’s no time for this. I can’t stay in the Cold Palace. I’m gonna run.
“It’s me!” The voice of the high night string came from behind. I’m sorry.
“Oh, it’s you again! Why do you keep coming to me?
“You know what I’m gonna grow? I’ll grow you some wine.” I’m sorry.
“The poor kids are stupid.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
“Hey, there’s a North County ambassador here today. Would you like to come with me and see the fun?” I’m sorry.
I stood up, and I was going to cook, “No, the Emperor watched me stop. I’m sorry.
“Well, he hates me for looking at me, “Well, it always comes out. I’m sorry.
“I’ll take you secretly.” Like a high night string trick, “Go, put your clothes on and take you to the world.” I’m sorry.
I spread the burden and found a little dress in it.
“Please ask me what this means in exchange. I’m sorry.
“It looks good on you. # The nightline says #
Well, you’re the big brother, you’re right.
He reached out and softened my forehead. I tried to reach out and was stopped.
“Do you want to go out or not? I’m sorry.
“…okay. I’m sorry.
Put on his clothes and get him out of the cold. His six-year-olds didn’t take a swing and the guard at the door turned a blind eye to us.
I was curious when I made sure the guards really couldn’t see us. I’m sorry.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
Well, forget it, I’m not curious.
I’m not curious. I’m really not curious. “I’m not curious, so don’t tell me. I’m sorry.
High night string: ..
He stopped and fixed his eyes on me, and laughed, “You’re not what I thought.” I’m sorry.
“So what do you think of me? I’m sorry.
“Well,” he continued, “Who knows.” I’m sorry.
“…”
Hey boy, you really don’t need to fight. Half the day of thunder!
I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, and I feel like I’ve lost my foot, and it took him a quick look at me.
“If someone talks to you later, you play dumb. He says, “You can’t open your mouth even if your brother asks you.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head. “Why? I’m sorry.
He said: … don’t ask why, just do it. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Po, look, you’re building your happiness on my pain again. When can we be honest with each other without secrets and without so much curiosity?
He took me to his seat. Strangely, the people around him didn’t know me. Something’s wrong. I’m supposed to say that a young lady’s face isn’t so perceptive.
The Emperor doesn’t even know me.
“The night string, whose daughter is this? “The Emperor sits high, and he speaks with kindness.
Is that how you feel about your brother? I love you. I’d love to be greeted with such kindness by the handsome Emperor.
He doesn’t know me? What, the Emperor doesn’t know me?
“Hip-Hop. “The nightlines read ordinary sound to the left.
I said, “What?”
Big Brother, if you want to laugh, don’t be such a jerk!
“Ha ha. “The High Night String did not answer the Emperor’s question, nor did the Emperor seem to care.
High night chords brought me a cup of tea.
I just wanted to say thank you, and he blocked me with a cup of tea.
“Don’t forget what I said,” he blinked, “Silently eat, if I remember correctly, there’ll be a show later.” I’m sorry.
Show?
He read my heart, and he said, “Yes, a show, a stone to the chest.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t you love these novelty things? I’m sorry.
What do you mean? How do you know how I look? No, what makes you look like you know everything?
I had questions all over my head, and I was staring at the face of the night string, hoping to read some micro-expressions on his face.
But I didn’t look at anything, and he wouldn’t let me talk, so I bit the tea cup and let my little emotions go.
Damn, I’m so curious.
This mystery man, he’s damn charming. Well, I admit, you’re the meanest way to get my attention. Oh, man, don’t get too excited. I’ll show you what it means to burn.
High night chords ate shit in shock.
I looked at him, how, why, for no reason.
But his hand took the cup of tea in my hand, and a pair of peaches smiled at me, and the red lips were on the water stains I left on the cup.
“Does it burn?” He approached me and laughed and said, “Go to the palace?” I’m sorry.
I’ll sue you for sexual harassment. Wait, how do you know what I’m thinking? You’re not gonna do anything wrong with me, are you?
High night string: ..
His eyebrow was full of wind, and his lips were soft, but he spitted out the cold words: “Women, you’re hurting me. I’m sorry.
My tactical backsliding, my eyes rolled over and my eyes turned white with grace.
Thank you, I’m in trouble.
“You’re welcome,” he took a sip of tea, “Sit down and watch the show later.” I’m sorry.
I sat down against him, trying to pick up the pastry on the table and stuffed it in my mouth, and I saw him with his eyebrow locked. Don’t ask me why I can’t find out what’s wrong with a pastry.
What do you mean, he frowned?
“I’m…” and suddenly he shakes his hand over his chest, “I’m suddenly a little uncomfortable. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪ Illness is not the reason why you suddenly shake hands.
“Holder”? “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.
“I don’t care if you talk to me, and you don’t talk. I’m sorry.
Huh?
“If someone makes you forget it. I’m sorry.
He started to sigh, “Wait a minute, at the latest. “As soon as he finished, the light in his eyes went down in the dark as if the game had suddenly gone off.
It’s as if the high night chords are a dead puppet that is stiff and blind.
I’m surprised by my own thoughts, and I feel like I’m staring like a copper bell right now.
Come on, it’s not possible. It’s just too weird.
I shook my head and decided to kill the pastry on the table.
The North County emissaries are wearing mink, which makes me wonder if they’ve got any tarts. After all this heat, I can’t even wear a dress.
“I have seen His Majesty!” They bowed to the high-ranking emperor in a uniform manner.
It all worked out in harmony, and as I was scrambling my hand and waiting for the show, a North County emissary suddenly stood up and pointed at me with a non-fluent saying.
“I love this girl at first sight. “The handsome man in fashion mink hair says,
I: ? ?
Boy, do you have a lot of questions on your head? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
The pastry in my mouth came out of my mouth as a result of shock, and I sprayed it on high night strings.
When the high night string only took a sip of that unlucky cup of tea, it made me wonder: Brother, don’t you think you’re a little sick?
“Night string, this prince sees the girl with you, what do you think? “It’s hard for me not to give him a pot of guacamole because of the attitude of the Emperor.
“Oh.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
Who are you? Man, I told you you were really gonna piss me off. I promise you, you won’t want to feel it again in your life!
He’s not happy with his attitude, “If he’s the prince, he’ll be happy with the girl, I’ll compete with him. I’m sorry.
High night chord: Hmm. I’m sorry.
Emperor Haha laughed and started clapping his hands: “Yes! I’m sorry.
All right, I’m sorry, did you ask my opinion?
I choked on a high nightstring, and I fed you that you were not feeling well, and you lost your mind.
When he didn’t react, I bit my teeth and strangled him, but this time he did, and he didn’t spit out two words: “Ha ha.” I’m sorry.
I “…” you mua.
I would like to announce that from now on, the chord is no longer my good iron juice.
“Now that the Emperor and His Majesty have nothing to do with it,” he smiled and said, “Why don’t you try it here?” I’m sorry.
I can’t bear to look at the high night chords and sip a cup of tea, which, after all, is full of pastry crumbs I just sprayed.
He’s like, “Oh, oh, yeah, I don’t know what he means.
The handsome man started to play swords, even with swords, and he was always glamorous to me, and I kept my tactical head down, hoping that it would come to an end.
It’s so weird. I didn’t expect it to be so hard. I got a cramp on my toes.
I don’t know how long he’s been playing, but the last step he’s ever taken to our table, he started my jaw with a sword and forced me to look at him.
It’s just that my toe cramps are too painful, and the five officials are looking at him.
He took his sword back and made an invitation gesture for the night chord. I’m sorry.
I wasn’t disappointed by the brainless high night strings — he just lost.
If you want to play games with me, I’ll admit it.
I’ll be taken away by a handsome man. I’ll find someone to cry!
I want to talk, but I feel the heat of pain on my forehead, the stronger the desire to speak, the greater the pain.
But if I don’t speak, I’m really going to give that handsome guy a ration.
At the moment, the chord turned into light.
He kicked the little desk in front of him, drew a sword out of the hands of the guards around him, and took a sword flower with it and pointed it straight to the handsome man.
“Please… “What did you give me? I’m sorry.
I’m:
You’re the one who drank that disgusting tea with my saliva and pastry crumbs.
He says, “…”
He’s had a hard time turning his head away from me, and he’s finished with his line to a rough-looking guy: “Please teach me.” I’m sorry.
Yeah, fight it up.
I thought it was because he was strong, but I didn’t think he would leave here to sing the emptiness. It does look like a nice move, but it’s easy for a handsome man to get his sword out.
My lips are shaking and I can’t say a word.
What’s the difference between you and your just giving up?
At the moment when the sword flew out, the whole scene was holding its breath.
High night string: ..
The high night chord: Goodbye!
The next second I was out running, and he threw me up.
In this sentence, it appears that there was a break in the ban, a sudden heat of pain on the forehead, and the sound of tiny glass broken in the ears.
“Isn’t that Zhao? I’m sorry.
It’s her!
“…”
Listen to what the guard behind me says, I’m suddenly down.
‘Do not speak,’ the high night strings have caught me in a creaking nest, and have twitched into a false cave in the garden. ‘Wait for my mark.’ I’m sorry.
I say: ‘Ah!’ And what is a stamp?
Only when he put me down, his hands were raised to the chest and his hands were shaken.
I’m:
Boy, I don’t know how to express my feelings at this moment. What else do you have that I don’t know?
I call it a high-night chorder, who turns his hands over his fingers and snaps, and shoots a bump in my head.
“What? * I’m holding my head and I’m talking to him and I can’t say a single sound. *
He reached out to me with a hand, “Come on, they don’t recognize you. I’m sorry.
Wait, I’m not on the wrong set.
Seeing I’m not moving, he’s embarrassed, and he’s rubbing his hands on my head, “Touch, it doesn’t hurt.” I’m sorry.
It’s just he didn’t touch my head, after all. And so I started to get embarrassed, and this big, beautiful guy said he was touching his hand, and I was shy.
“Well, he reached out to me again, suggesting that I put my hand up, “Can we go? I’m sorry.
“I can’t promise what will happen if I don’t leave. I’m sorry.
I hesitated for two seconds to get my hand back from him.
Well, look at you. I’ll give you a chance. Come on baby, don’t pity me because I’m a flower.
His eyes were complicated, and he withdrew his hand, “Do you need to see your brain? I’m sorry.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
Bo, where’s love? I’m the one who’s paying. How did you get such cold words out of your mouth? You, you’re so mean, you’re like a stick of shit, and you’re tearing me up like a pot of sweet little pumpkin porridge.
Ah, I’m so sad.
♪ The night ♪
You, what kind of expression is that, man? Love with the moon, tonight the moon is beautiful, and when not, I can’t surprise you. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
“Are you not 18? I’m sorry.
I’m:
I get it. I’m condemned to love for life.
Having been held by a high night string, the Emperor is said to be angry and to have locked up, and to have kicked me to the north county, after all, a woman at the Cold Palace was of little use to him.
High night strings shoved me in the wagon, and then they got themselves in, “Come on, go to the palace. I’m sorry.
Ah, wasn’t I going to kiss?
“You didn’t think you were my brother when you played with me, did you? ”He leaned over and pulled a hair out of my head, and then it disappeared.
What? Can you turn my hair into a double?
Why do you keep sneaking around behind my back? You’re not trying to turn into a monkey, and you’re going to surprise everyone.
He ignored me.
I snuck his eyes, and I realized that when the man was not talking, he was a little bit of a pixie bone.
This look is too poignant, I don’t know how many girls I’ve lied to.
When I was in a coma, the palace arrived.
At this moment, standing in front of the royal palace, the oil feels a little unrealistic: One of my Emperor’s deposed wives went home with the Emperor’s brother.
“What are you standing for? “The palace is not short of a guard dog.” I’m sorry.
“I’m…” Yeah, can I talk now?
High-night string pushed me in, “Go ahead, it’s okay now. I’m sorry.
“Yo, I don’t feel right. I’m sorry.
“Oh, what’s wrong?”
“We call this incest? I’m sorry.
“Huh? “We’re pure father and daughter, what do you think? I’m sorry.
I stopped and stepped on him hard, “Go away!” I’m sorry.
He was quick to hide, “Yes, sir! And then he lays on the floor and he starts rolling, and he stares at me.
On the first night of the royal palace, I couldn’t sleep, so I was going out.
It’s just that I fell on a dog for no reason.
And then I had a dream.
I’m Zhao Zhu Zhou, 14 years old. The late Queen was only 15 years old, and the Emperor was the only one who had ever been blessed. Just the first queen to be funny, and we all like her.
Although she’s always saying things we don’t understand. “Equity for All” “The Emperor is a big ass,” but we like to tell her stories.
I have the best relationship with her, and she always comes to me to whisper to my daughter’s house. I don’t believe it.
I didn’t know why, I was so daring to get my Prince’s clothes covered in a veil, and I saw him wearing embroidery pants.
I thought we’d be so happy together, living in the palace until one day she told me she was going through.
She came from the twenty-first century and said that there was no emperor or slave where she lived, where everyone was equal. That place is monogamy. She wants to live a life of two, and she can’t do it here. Although, the emperor only favored her.
Then she said she was going back.
After a few months, I never saw her again, not even when the bell in the palace rings, not even when the emperor said “Queen is dead.”
I think she must have gone back.
Without the Queen, the legendary battle of the palace had finally taken place, and there had been no choice but to compete. So one day I died in a little conspiracy.
When I die, I think I’ll have to see where the Queen’s sister lives.
It’s a beautiful place, but I’m still in this world, and I just lost all my memories.
Following the same path as before, I went into the palace, I met the Queen, I stripped the little lord, the queen died in the palace…
Once again, I’ve entered the palace, I’ve met the queen, I’ve stripped the little prince…
When did you get off track?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s when I’m in a world where I’m in line, and I’m in my own mind.
“Wake up? “The high night chords are tickling in my ears.
I frowned, I tried to talk, and I found my voice so dumb.
“Do you have trouble sleeping in the palace? “Come take your pills, you can come to me if you can’t sleep, what are you doing in the pool?” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t have a fever, thank God. I’m sorry.
“For what? I tried to reach out to the medicine, but I got away with it.
He took a spoon, blew his breath, and blew his spit in, “Come, I’ll feed you.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
Not anymore.
“No,” I’m tired of avoiding, “a little disgusting. I’m sorry.
“Huh? ♪ High night chords, ♪ No way. He said, “You’re happy? I’m sorry.
“No, I didn’t seem to do anything.”
What, did you do something to me?
“Does the paper…” he suddenly stop and turn the page: “Drink first. I’m sorry.
Just paper? Or what?
If I hadn’t asked him, he would’ve died.
And if I had been bitter enough to turn my eyes straight, he would have taken out a sugar and asked me: “Look, so many sugar.” I’m sorry.
I see. Give it to me!
“Well, this sugar is delicious. And then I watched him put a piece of sugar in his mouth.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
Brother, take it! The only thing left is bamboo. Have you finished pulling it before spring?
He’s a pain in the ass. He’s sweet. I’m sorry.
I don’t have any fluctuations in my heart, and I’m kind of trying to break the covers and fight him.
The joy of humanity is not inconvenient. I just think they are noisy.
“You’re so bitter, I’m so sweet, look at us, how paired. I’m sorry.
“…”
All of a sudden, I’m thinking about the way I’m pulling my clothes under my head, and I’m going to do it. Turn over on him, and he didn’t hold the potion. He just spilled me.
I wanted to stretch out my hand and hold his clothes, “The Night String.” I’m sorry.
And he looked at me with his face, and he said: I am. I’m sorry.
“I am, I am bitter. I was embarrassed to let go of my hand, but he grabbed it with his other hand.
Zhao Zhao, he raised his back and put me in his arms, “Can I?” I’m sorry.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”?
“I can…” And his lips came up, “Do you bad things?” I’m sorry.
You can do it. Don’t use ink.
When the consent was obtained, the hyena was thrown out of the bowl.
Our first time was Chinese medicine and sweet candy.
After that, the nightline covered the hysteria of the blanket: “It’s over, people are not clean. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I didn’t even have the strength to raise my hand. I had to stare at him.
He came up laughing and kissed me again. I’m sorry.
Don’t. You’ve eaten a few more times under this lame excuse.
The high night chords add to my dumb voice, “You’re not going to catch a cold?” I’m a little worried.
“It’s all right,” he suffocates into the blanket, “I’m a better body than that. I’m sorry.
Oh, okay.
I’m tired of fighting and I don’t care.
Then I woke up and I realized what a terrible thing I had done.
I am a Qing Qing Qi!
All I want to do about this is oh, shit.
Sitting on a big rock by the Royal Pond, my hands crossed over my chin to think: If the Emperor knows about this, my father and my brother are done?
Help me, Zhao Zhao Zhao is my family’s sinner.
Oh, that’s not true.
Wait, that doesn’t sound right.
“The Emperor has given him a wedding.” I’m sorry.
“Aaaah?” I’m holding.
It seems as if, in the year when I died at the palace, the nightstring was indeed given to me.
Zhao Chun! * The chords kept running at me *
“Uh,” I couldn’t wait to be hugged by him, “Come back, don’t move. I’m sorry.
Night chord: QAQ
“What,” he rubbed my hair and said, “What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
Of course. Do you know what girls think?
“Oh, you’re not worried about your dad and them. * He’s buried in my hair *
“You haven’t washed your hair in days, my stinking treasure. I’m sorry.
I’m:
“Between made for you, in your capacity, with the Prince of North County and his relatives. I’m sorry.
“Aah?” No, a hair? That’s a terrible thing about the North County Prince.
“I talked to your father and said you’re Zhao’s twin sister. I’m happy with you. I’ll ask your brother to marry me.” I’m sorry.
What about your present marriage?
High night chords smiled and pointed a finger.
In that moment, I felt like the whole world was changing and it seemed like nothing had happened.
“It’s over,” he said, “There’s nothing to keep you from me. I’m sorry.
There are some questions I’ve wanted to know for a long time.
For example, how high night strings sometimes know what I’m thinking, for example, why he can double his hair, for example, why he shakes his hands, for example, how he doesn’t recognize me…
But since he didn’t want to explain himself, I wouldn’t ask, everyone has their secrets.
On the day of the big marriage, the sky changed and the high night chord gently kissed my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Sign an oath,” he smiled, and said, “If you regret it, I will do it first.” I’m sorry.
I’ve never heard of an oath.
“What’s that? I’m sorry.
He said, “Your soul shall be mine from now on.” “For ever and ever is mine.
“Okay,” I punched him, “and you will be mine from now on.” I’m sorry.
I’m the night chord, a cactus civil servant.
A hobby is a book written by a commando, which is a very interesting book, like a little doll growing up, getting married, having a baby and dying.
Little dolls, popularly known as paper people.
There was a world in which there was an outsider, whose mind was not in line with the present, and in order to avoid a world in which there was a riot, I was commissioned to deal with that outsider.
As soon as it went down, the outsider encouraged a little girl to take my clothes off.
I’m:
I know this little girl, after all, I’ve read this book several times in the Fairy World. She’s not like a princess who only knows what to do. She’s so cute and so cute that when I was in the fairy world, she secretly asked for a copy of her friend’s book, so she could have a happy ending.
It was always thought that the paper man was the paper man, but it was only after real contact that the paper man knew that he had feelings and blood tears. They are confined to their original world orbit, in order, without a real sense of their own.
Until one time, it was a month since he had had to hang up the “high night chord” because he had to be called back to work in Sendai.
I heard that the little girl who took my clothes was screaming in front of the Emperor that she was crossing. I went to see if there were any outsiders. But most of all, I’d like to know if there’s an outsider taking over this cute little body.
And when I saw her that night, I knew that she was not an outsider, but by chance, she had created her consciousness.
When paper people have their own consciousness, things become difficult. Because she was thrown into the cold palace and did not follow the original world track, I had to find a way to fill in the original playspace.
It’s just that this paperman seems to have become more cute after he’s born his own consciousness, and I’m jealous of what she said about “the man.”
I think I’m done. I feel like I’m having an affair with a paper man who’s just starting to realize himself.
It would be interesting to know what she was doing, to know whether she had suffered at the Cold Palace, to know her … to know everything about her.
I’m done. When I came back, I was at the Cold Palace. I’m finished, really.
Night string, you’re finished.
She was taken to the party because of a plot at that time when the Prince of the North County saw the woman next to him. I took her with me without knowing what it was. It was only in order to make up for the other scenes that I had no extra powers but to impose a ban on her forehead.
In order to facilitate communication, I have a special mandate, and if she wants, I can know what she thinks.
He wanted to perform as a vagabond, and suddenly he had a job and was called back. Good thing she’s in time. She hasn’t been taken by the Prince of North County.
I just know one thing: I’m really fucked.
I planted it on a piece of paper, but it’s okay, just make a pact with her, and when this little world is over, I can take her back to the fair.
For ever and ever, we will all be together.
Do you have a sculptor book that smiles? – Answer to the wall.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
