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Six years later …
It’s winter
Snow-capped mountains and the north wind are blowing snowflakes one after another
There is no one hanging around the main hall king’s bedroom. This place was forbidden for many years until the shadow king left and left a big lock.
When the little princess came back, she didn’t live in any palace, but she had to live here alone. The maid didn’t let her wait on her, and even she followed her father-in-law since she was born.
It’s dawn and the snow continues to fly outside.
The little princess has already woken up and sat in front of the tall mirror. She is six years old and she is very small. She still can’t see the mirror. Nai took a small mirror aside to take a look at herself. She has exquisite facial features, carved jade, carved jade, carved eyes, powdered lips and noble temperament.
Cu xiu-mei pondered why she was so small. Is it really because of premature babies?
People say that father and mother are not low!
After thinking for a long time, I didn’t think about myself, but I was only six years old, but I attributed myself to overwork. However, at the age of three, my father gave her such a big hat, which really suppressed her.
Jump on the high wooden chair and walk slowly towards the room. The chair is as high as the chair. She always climbs rather than sits in front.
Father must be taller than he said. Otherwise, why is everything in this room so tall?
Mother must be tall, too. Otherwise, why is the stage so high?
They told her that her mother was ill, and her father took her to recover from illness, but they didn’t tell her anything else. She always thought it wasn’t a name, but everyone told her it was her name.
With great difficulty, I climbed the carved wooden chair and leaned over the table to read the roll.
Martial arts is taught by the emperor’s grandfather personally, and she is praised for practicing martial arts. It is easy to climb over the high palace wall in Yueguo. If this high chair is hard to live in, she never goes out with martial arts easily and often takes a large number of guards.
She thinks that any expert martial arts should be hidden.
Flip through this pen and circle at random. When I occasionally go to Yueguo to live in these years, this habit is forced by my uncle to form it.
She said that there is not so much pen and ink, and then it is all on paper. If you don’t remember it, it is most convenient to put it in your head.
My uncle stared at her and asked her to get into the habit of taking notes. Sometimes she would come to check, but she didn’t believe that she could never forget anything.
This thick volume is the history of Shi Di-Yi. She has already seen the story of Di-Yi being destroyed by Zhong, but she didn’t remember her father’s rejuvenation. She forbade historians to remember that her father would come back. How can it become history?
So she has killed two historical officials of De Yi for three months.
When the snow stopped outside, she slowly raised her head and touched her belly.
He jumped off the high wooden chair, but the old cow strolled out of the house.
As soon as I got out of the gate, my father-in-law was waiting.
"Little master is hungry!" Xiaozha is still thin but much older.
She looked up at Xiaozha, still hunched over and walked away at the age of six, but she looked like a little old woman.
"Little master, if you stand up straight and camel again, you won’t grow tall!" Xiao Za’s face is full of nai, and I don’t know how to serve this young master. It’s neither like the shadow king nor the Xuan master. In the month country, the Empress personally took it for two years, but it’s not like the Empress.
She turned her head and was about to open her mouth, but her eyes quickly closed. She turned her head and straightened up her small back, uncharacteristically, and walked quickly towards the hall.
Xiaozha frowned. What’s wrong with this?
I hurried back to the past but I didn’t see a black dress behind me. I was wearing a tall face and a dark black Kunlun slave mask. Three thousand white hairs were like ghosts.
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Let the cat write slowly outside the class. I promise to update it every day, but the number of words is uncertain. I am so tired today that I will climb away as soon as I get more tired.
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