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Whether Pan is handsome or not, the news spread throughout the sky at an unimaginable speed.

In addition to the person involved, whether it is the guards guarding the palace, the Lieyang Heavenly Soldiers, or the little palace maids, all of them have some vague knowledge.

"General Pan, it turns out that General Pan is as handsome as a handsome guy, not as handsome as a marshal."

"Wow, the regent is indeed a regent. He is indeed very charming."

"Pan Shuai actually thinks of himself as handsome every day. Pan Shuai is a narcissist."

"I also asked why General Pan sometimes calls himself General and sometimes calls himself Commander. It turns out..."

...

The charm of rumors is that...it has basically no charm at all. The main theme is to add jealousy, make random thoughts, and stop at the wise.

The prerequisite is that you must be a wise man.

"If you are not married, you cannot live in His Majesty's palace." Pan Shuai, who was full of rumors, was gritting his teeth and staring at someone.

"Wherever Xiao Zhao's home is, I can also go and stay at her home."

In a main hall in Lieyang, Di Leina was sitting in the main seat.

Pan Zhen and Tilapia were on the left and right, with a low table in front of them and a dazzling array of food on the table.

Bastard Pan Zhen shamelessly resorted to sharing meals just to disgust people.

At this time, the two of them were staring at each other and talking about their accommodation for the night.

Tilapia was very generous and said that she could not live in the goddess's palace, so she could live in Xiao Wu Zhao's home.

Pan Zhen glared angrily when he thought that Wu Zhao was the daughter of his comrade-in-arms and that he had raised her since childhood.

Di Leina put her elbows on the table, held her chin in one hand, smiled, and stared with interest at the two most important men in her life who kept arguing because of her.

Having seen the future of Lieyang, she has long regarded Pan Zhen, who raised her since childhood, as half of her father.

He doesn’t admit it with his mouth, but he already admits it in his heart.

Tilapia, the future husband you chose, even though it’s fucked up, you can’t return it.

Seeing the two most important men in her life bickering because of her, the little goddess felt filled with happiness.

"The guardian of the red phoenix is ​​not in Lieyang, and the owner is not here, so it is not convenient for outsiders to stay." Pan Zhen's eyes were cold and he refused the wild boar who offered two cabbages to his house.

If possible, he just wanted to cut the nasty wild boar into eight pieces and eat it from the head to the intestines, leaving no trace behind.

"All right.

It's really inconvenient to live without the owner." Tilapia nodded in understanding, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of crispy roast duck, squinted his eyes, and tasted it with relish.

...Di Leina: "It's not his personality to be so easy to talk to.

If there is fraud, there must be fraud.”

...Pan Zhen.

Out of nowhere, someone he was not dealing with suddenly stopped working, which made him feel unreal.

It was like a tug-of-war between two people, both holding their breath, blushing and trying their best to suck milk.

As a result, the opponent suddenly freed up his hand to answer the phone, and he won inexplicably, which was very fucked up.

Seeing her future husband holding up the wine glass and drinking it all in one gulp, the little palace maid who was waiting beside her picked up the wine flask and bent down to pour wine for him. The little goddess was thoughtful, and then suddenly spoke while Pan Zhen was confused: "The palace maid's room is also

Not allowed to live."

...Pan Zhen.

...Tilapia.

Pan Zhen was confused.

Tilapia looked at the host in horror, her bull's eyes almost bulging out of her sockets, as if asking: "How do you know that I have a crush on the little palace maid waiting by my side?"

Compared to the three people sitting there, the little maids serving in the main hall were all frightened when they heard this. They all knelt down in front of the main seat, looking horrified but not daring to speak.

After being stunned, Pan Zhen gritted his teeth and glared at Tilapia.

"Your Excellency, can you give me... General an explanation?" I subconsciously wanted to say this, but I remembered that someone had made a run at me not long ago, and I gritted my teeth and changed my words.

Tilapia came back to her senses, waved her hands indifferently, and explained calmly: "Rena, you are overthinking, I didn't want to go to her room."

...Di Leina.

...Pan Zhen.

...little palace maid.

Looking at the little palace maid pointing at the tilapia finger, everyone fell silent again.

"There are at least a dozen little maids in the palace, and you can all point to someone, and you still say you haven't thought about it. Who would believe it?"

Di Leina looked at the frightened little palace maid, who hit her forehead heavily on the ground. Tears were obviously rolling in her eyes, and she didn't dare to explain because she didn't have an order. She looked thoughtful.

She has a delicate and small oval face with soft lines. Her grape-like black and white eyes are under the willow eyebrows, her lips are full and bright, and her nose is small, delicate and just right.

The waist is full, the clothes on the chest are held up high, and the rear headlights are raised high because of the kowtow.

Di Leina was silent, covering her face with one hand, feeling the urge to hit a wall.

Unconsciously, I remembered the first time the maid group was recruiting on Earth, and Liang Bing directly identified him as Bichi.

The little palace maid under him is exactly the replica of Xiao Bichi.

It's not that they have similar temperaments or looks, but they both have the same scumbag aesthetic.

"I was just joking, you really like me, right?" There was a long silence, and the atmosphere was broken by the goddess Di Lena.

The target was designated, and the other maids breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

I'm glad but at the same time, I'm a little worried about my little friend.

But...the worry turned into deep envy.

"Forget it." Seeing that her husband was about to speak, Di Leina waved her hand indifferently and said angrily: "You are just a dog-skin plaster. I don't know if it is her luck or misfortune that you are attracted to her." Pan Zhen was puzzled when he saw it again.

In confusion, Di Leina waved: "Come here and come to me."

"yes."

Feeling uneasy in her heart, the little palace maid walked towards the main seat on the steps and knelt down again.

Di Leina raised her hand and said carelessly: "Today is a family banquet, don't kneel down and look upset.

Get up, everyone, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Goddess." The little palace lady expressed her gratitude in a tidy voice. She stood up carefully and returned to her post.

"Your Majesty the Goddess?" Seeing Di Leina looking at the little palace maid like a piece of merchandise, Pan Zhen couldn't help but frown, feeling an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Old Pan, I know what I know." She raised her hand to stop Pan Zhen from continuing. Di Leina looked at the little palace maid for a long time, then glanced at Tilapia, and suddenly said: "Are you willing to be my dowry?" Without waiting for the palace maid,

He opened his mouth and pointed at the tilapia and added: "That's him."

Ignoring someone's black face, the little goddess then added: "The biggest scumbag and scum in the known universe."

Subconsciously looking at the goddess's fingers, the little palace maid said in her heart, "Goddess is really bad at learning, you never pointed at people with your fingers before." While she was cursing in her heart, she looked at the tilapia's appearance, sighed in her heart, and said seriously: "

My servant is willing to serve you."

"I'm talking about him, not me." Di Leina emphasized: "Also, I'm asking you if you are willing, not forcing you to be my dowry as a goddess."

I originally wanted to say something, but considering that the goddess did need a dowry when she got married, Pan Zhen didn't jump out to refute.

Unhappily, he glared at the confused man across from him and sighed in his mind: "Damn, I'm taking advantage of you, you bastard."

When you marry a princess, you will be accompanied by maids, not to mention that you are marrying the god and the queen.

Although I feel extremely unhappy, I must not be vague about business matters.

Not only can't he stop it, but if the two actually get married, he has to try his best to choose a dowry group and dowry that can support Lieyang's reputation.

He looked at Tilapia and cursed in his heart: "I hope you are sensible and can come up with a dowry that matches the status of the goddess, otherwise I want to marry Her Majesty the goddess in my next life."

Following tradition, but being bound by tradition, General Pan suddenly felt a little envious of angels and devils.

At least, given our culture, you don’t have to choose a dowry for disgusting things when you marry a queen.

The tilapia is silent and its brain is still in a down state.
Chapter completed!