Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

Tian'er didn't know what nonsense she was talking about, but she understood the word "broken sleeve".

The little face paled slightly, and looked around, everyone was struggling with dirty clothes, no one paid attention to this side.

She put her little hand to her mouth and hissed: "Yue'er, you can't speak so freely when you talk here. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died... If your words are heard, it will spread If it gets into the prince's ear, then you won't be able to eat it and walk away!"

"Hehe, you and I can hear these words, Tian'er, you and I hit it off right away, and I will only say something if I have [-] confidence in you. I believe Tian'er will not betray me..." Long Fu Yue gave her a big tall hat.

Tian'er blushed, and promised very loyally: "Don't worry, I won't betray you. But don't say the rebellious words you just said." [

Long Fuyue nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, then tell me, why doesn't he have a princess yet?"

Tian'er sighed, and said: "Our prince is a dragon in the sky, not just anyone can be worthy of it."

She suddenly lowered her voice: "However, I heard that our lord was once engaged to a little princess of your Tianji Kingdom, but now it seems that this marriage will not be possible, and that little princess may have already fallen into ruin. To become an official prostitute is naturally not worthy of our prince..."

Long Fuyue snorted, and thought to herself: "I'm not good enough for him? He's not good enough for me! He looks like a mermaid, so rare?"

Naturally, Tian'er didn't know that her stomach was violently slandering, and then said: "Although the lord doesn't have a concubine yet, he already has several concubines, all of whom are beautiful and beautiful. Sigh, I have to see the lord." If you look at me like that, I'm willing to die..."

Her voice couldn't be softer, and her eyes radiated that intoxicating light.

Alas, the poison of this she-monster prince among this girl is too deep.I can't help

Long Fuyue couldn't help but shook his head, shook his head again, and buried himself in the battle with the pile of clothes.

Hang Chi, Hang Chi.Her hands were soaked white, and her ten fingers were red and swollen.But looking at the pile of clothes that piled up like a hill, her little face suddenly darkened.

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