"Your Majesty, please come back to the palace with me." "Huh?" Qian Jingling looked at the beautiful lady who spent the night drinking and admiring the moon in a mess, "Your Majesty, please come into the palace with me." "What to do?" "Be a queen." The beauty has a peach-shaped face and a sincere smile. She wants to be a queen? Will her title of Queen of Thousands finally come to the fore in this ungrateful place? "Okay, okay, beauty, you can go wherever you want." Queen Qian, who descended from the sky, put her face on her hips and laughed, imagining the erotic life of beauty and money. "Beauty, please pinch my feet quickly!", "Beauty, please make me Thousand-year Ginseng Black-bone Chicken Soup, and add wolfberry!", "Beauty, please carry me down the cliff quickly..."