Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

A very special time, very treat, near the palace, it is generally not allowed to come close to idlers and other people, there are important things, since someone will come by yourself, the guards who guard the gate have carefully checked the token After that, he was led to a small yard and waited to see if it meant something to see.

However, this one standing in front of the door is not to be taken lightly.

Although she was dressed in a common cloth skirt, she couldn't conceal her natural dignity and good looks. Clouds were fluffy, and a dark, shiny flower was pinned behind her head, catching the eye in the sun.

She holds the princess jade brand in her hand, created by the royal family, and the emperor's name is engraved on the back, surrounded by flowers.

Seeing this alone, the guards at the gate had to kneel down to worship on one knee without even raising their heads. "See Princess Huan." [

"The princess asked to see the empress queen. Please send someone to make a show." Huan princess He Huan put down her raised veil and covered an extraordinary face. She stood there slim, and occasionally the wind blew the skirt. , Fluttering in the air, it is possible to return to the wind at any time.

"This..." Several guards looked at each other, and finally one of them respectfully said, "When I return to the princess, the emperor just made a strict order last night, and he must be vigilant in wartime, and no idle people are allowed to enter the palace. If you want something, you can go to the military camp to see your majesty."

"The princess has something to do with the queen. What are you going to do with the emperor? Don't let me know quickly, see if the lady is willing to see you, hum, and delay the serious thing. Looking back, the emperor and the queen blamed, you have a few brains to bear "He Huan grew up in the court when he was a child. He still remembers this set of means to deal with the minions of the palace. He hasn't used it for many years.

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