Harry Potter and the Fortunate Queen - Chapter 117: Trouble

Gong Yu, a three-good student who entered the unknown world for no reason, became a sick and poor little Highness who disguised herself as a man.

In line with the principle of hard work and progress, I work hard to be a two-headed grass and survive in a mixed court.

However, she accidentally picked up the handkerchief of the future queen and sister, and returned it with the good character of picking up gold.

The result was a series of such rumors.

Since the love is compatible, the two are in love, and they are secretly in love, why not choose another day to get married?

Gong Yu herself expressed panic, but the queen sister actually acquiesced.

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