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Imperial City, Xiyue Palace.

Princess Worshiping the Moon for a long time has not been favored. She lives in a deep palace, and she is full of groundlessness every day, and is lonely.

When Little Lizi informed her that the emperor had turned the sign today, she was ecstatic and prepared early.

She first dressed up.

The emperor's powerful attack appeared in her mind from time to time during this period. She knew that the emperor liked to hold her hair, like riding a horse with a reins, galloping over the vast territory.

So she used a wooden comb to separate her hair, gathered it into two large strands, then tied it with a hair rope, and tied it into two ponytails.

In this way, the emperor could grab one with one hand... Princess Begun smiled shyly, and when she thought of the upcoming phoenix, spring water rippled in her heart.

After finishing her makeup, she put on gauze stockings.

The socks are transformed from white veil. The veil is first cut with scissors and then made into the shape of the sock.

The stockings were above the knees, outlining Princess Baiyue's slender, straight and fleshy legs. She rubbed them gently and felt silky.

This is called "white silk". She heard Zhao Wujiang mention it before, saying that the emperor of Daxia likes this kind of silk stockings the most.

What kind of white silk and black shirt is hollowed out with flesh-stained silk?

Although she had never seen it, she turned into a female red stockings and made them into this kind of stockings after hearing the description.

Princess Believer's blue and lively eyes trembled, thinking about what details to pay attention to. Then she smiled and took off her satin underwear.

So there was nothing inside the narrow skirt that covered the hips.

Only then did she sit on the bed with satisfaction, shaking her slender legs, and waiting for the emperor to arrive.

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Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing came to Xiyue Palace.

There are many warm stoves in Xiyue Palace, so when you step into it, you feel particularly warm.

Zhao Wujiang was seriously injured and recovered from his first recovery. In Xuanyuan Jing's questioning eyes, he opened the sign of Princess Belief in the moonlight.

He said this was called stick diplomacy, and he favored Princess of the Moon to tell the Western Regions that Daxia attached importance to them.

In a winter of troublesomeness, it is not advisable to have any more troubles.

Far and close attack.

As for how to fight and attack, Zhao Wujiang only said that he would see the true sign when he got out of bed.

Xuanyuan Jing was not very interested, but for many days she didn't favor the concubines in the harem. Many court officials began to submit memorials and urged her, and she was also a little helpless.

She was just worried about whether Zhao Wujiang could take it.

This man who has shed blood, sweat and energy for her has become more and more important in her heart. She is a little sour and worried that Zhao Wujiang will fall in love over time and be separated by those concubines.

Her concerns were reasonable, because she saw Zhao Wujiang's eyes showing a look of interest, staring at the Moon-Worshiping Princess sitting quietly on the bed with her eyes covered.

Today, Princess Being dressed up specially, and her clothes were a bit strange, with a narrow skirt, white socks over the knee, and a pair of ponytails...

"Your Majesty, you are here..." Princess Baiyue's voice was soft and shy.

Xuanyuan Jing came to his senses and coughed dryly:

"Um."

Princess Believer knew that the emperor had always been talking little, and was a very capable man who was not good at speaking and talking.

She jumped off the bed ashamed and her narrow skirt suddenly contracted upwards, revealing a thread of water and sky.

Xuanyuan Jing was stunned, snorted coldly in his heart, cursed inwardly, and spat.

Zhao Wujiang went up to him. Princess Baiyue seemed to be frightened by the coldness under her, and quickly pulled her skirt in panic.

When Zhao Wujiang approached, she threw herself into Zhao Wujiang's arms, grabbed Zhao Wujiang's hand and rubbed her jade legs and stockings, and said shyly:

"Your Majesty, do you like it?"

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Black and white silk are not as good as tearing hands, and a high ponytail is not as good as a double ponytail than a long ponytail. It is better to lie down than to squat down and sit down.

When the two countries were fighting, two warhammers collided heavily on the city gate.

The little princess's spirits were declining again and again, and her delicate body shook, but she wouldn't beg for mercy if she clenched her silver teeth.

Zhao Wujiang scored his sword and then picked three times and pulled them away. He was condescending, and even the general who defeated the army dared to speak out.

The observer frowned and sighed again and resented. He sat aside with a little sour heart, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!