(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 9 a.m.)

The cold wind is getting brighter and winter is approaching. But when I see the boy in red waiting outside the threshold, everyone feels as if I have seen the spring in Jiangnan. The cold wind is getting brighter and winter is approaching. But when I see the boy in red waiting outside the threshold, everyone feels as if I have seen the spring in Jiangnan.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the scene and was stunned.

Chunhuajun, the leader of the sixth prince of the Warring States Period, has always been famous, but in Danyang, Nanchu, Ji Jiashu was low-key and never made a big fuss because he could easily cause commotion when he went out to the streets, and even dressed in a low-key manner. If he could choose more plain and inconspicuous colors, he would choose more plain and clean. This was the first time Ying Baoyue saw him put on such bright clothes.

The Vermilion Bird is outstanding in the clouds. The redness of the Vermilion Bird is as red as a fire, and the beauty of the youth is as beautiful as spring.

The sacrificial garments of the son of the Nanchu State Master were bright red, with the main red color mixed with the black color of the black color, which made it even more solemn. The red gold thread was embroidered with the patterns of the Vermillion Bird, and the clothes were gorgeous, and the clothes were black and robe.

And such a solemn and bright red dress was worn on the body of a young man with a jade-like face. The autumn wind blew his wide robe and sleeves, but it made people feel awe-inspiring, and they remembered many different things, especially when the young man looked up at the house in the sunlight, even Ji Ange, who was related, couldn't help but feel suffocated.

The spring breeze blows the sunny apricot blossoms, and the crown brings the man’s appearance to the ancient.

Her younger brother is really a sin.

Looking at the strange gazes of everyone in the room, Ji Jiashu was slightly stunned and raised the sleeves of the sacrificial garment in his hand, "Is it strange to wear this way? I may not have worn it for a long time."

Among the six kingdoms, the style of the sacrificial robes belonging to Nanchu was the most complicated, so he didn't like to wear them when he was young, and he often couldn't move when he went out.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the scene and was stunned.

Chunhuajun, the leader of the sixth prince of the Warring States Period, has always been famous, but in Danyang, Nanchu, Ji Jiashu was low-key and never made a big fuss because he could easily cause commotion when he went out to the streets, and even dressed in a low-key manner. If he could choose more plain and inconspicuous colors, he would choose more plain and clean. This was the first time Ying Baoyue saw him put on such bright clothes.

The Vermilion Bird is outstanding in the clouds. The redness of the Vermilion Bird is as red as the fiery fire, and the beauty of the youth is as beautiful as the spring light.

The sacrificial garments of the son of the Nanchu State Master were bright red, with the main red color mixed with the black color of the black color, which made it even more solemn. The red gold thread was embroidered with the patterns of the Vermillion Bird, and the clothes were gorgeous, and the clothes were black and robe.

And such a solemn and bright red dress was worn on the body of a young man with a jade-like face. The autumn wind blew his wide robe and sleeves, but it made people feel awe-inspiring, and they remembered many different things, especially when the young man looked up at the house in the sunlight, even Ji Ange, who was related, couldn't help but feel suffocated.

The spring breeze blows the sunny apricot blossoms, and the crown brings the man’s appearance to the ancient.

Her younger brother is really a sin. The cold wind is getting brighter and winter is approaching, but when she sees the boy in red waiting outside the threshold, everyone feels as if she has seen the spring in Jiangnan.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the scene and was stunned. The cold wind was getting brighter and winter was approaching, but when she saw the boy in red waiting outside the threshold, everyone felt as if she had seen the spring day in Jiangnan.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the scene and was stunned.

Chunhuajun, the leader of the sixth prince of the Warring States Period, has always been famous, but in Danyang, Nanchu, Ji Jiashu was low-key and never made a big fuss because he could easily cause commotion when he went out to the streets, and even dressed in a low-key manner. If he could choose more plain and inconspicuous colors, he would choose more plain and clean. This was the first time Ying Baoyue saw him put on such bright clothes.

The Vermilion Bird is outstanding in the clouds. The redness of the Vermilion Bird is as red as the fiery fire, and the beauty of the youth is as beautiful as the spring light.

The sacrificial garments of the son of the Nanchu State Master were bright red, with the main red color mixed with the black color of the black color, which made it even more solemn. The red gold thread was embroidered with the patterns of the Vermillion Bird, and the clothes were gorgeous, and the clothes were black and robe.

And such a solemn and bright red dress was worn on the body of a young man with a jade-like face. The autumn wind blew his wide robe and sleeves, but it made people feel awe-inspiring, and they remembered many different things, especially when the young man looked up at the house in the sunlight, even Ji Ange, who was related, couldn't help but feel suffocated.

The spring breeze blows the sunny apricot blossoms, and the crown brings the man’s appearance to the ancient.

Her younger brother is really a sin. The cold wind is getting brighter and winter is approaching, but when she sees the boy in red waiting outside the threshold, everyone feels as if she has seen the spring in Jiangnan.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the scene and was stunned.

Chunhuajun, the leader of the sixth prince of the Warring States Period, has always been famous, but in Danyang, Nanchu, Ji Jiashu was low-key and never made a big fuss because he could easily cause commotion when he went out to the streets, and even dressed in a low-key manner. If he could choose more plain and inconspicuous colors, he would choose more plain and clean. This was the first time Ying Baoyue saw him put on such bright clothes.

The Vermilion Bird is outstanding in the clouds. The redness of the Vermilion Bird is as red as the fiery fire, and the beauty of the youth is as beautiful as the spring light.

The sacrificial garments of the son of the Nanchu State Master were bright red, with the main red color mixed with the black color of the black color, which made it even more solemn. The red gold thread was embroidered with the patterns of the Vermillion Bird, and the clothes were gorgeous, and the clothes were black and robe.

And such a solemn and bright red dress was worn on the body of a young man with a jade-like face. The autumn wind blew his wide robe and sleeves, but it made people feel awe-inspiring, and they remembered many different things, especially when the young man looked up at the house in the sunlight, even Ji Ange, who was related, couldn't help but feel suffocated.

The spring breeze blows the sunny apricot blossoms, and the crown brings the man’s appearance to the ancient.

Her younger brother is really a sin.

Looking at the strange gazes of everyone in the room, Ji Jiashu was slightly stunned and raised the sleeves of the sacrificial garment in his hand, "Is it strange to wear this way? I may not have worn it for a long time."

Among the six kingdoms, the style of the sacrificial robes belonging to Nanchu was the most complicated, so he didn't like to wear them when he was young, and he often couldn't move when he went out.

Looking at the strange gazes of everyone in the room, Ji Jiashu was slightly stunned and raised the sleeves of the sacrificial garment in his hand, "Is it strange to wear this way? I may not have worn it for a long time."

Among the six kingdoms, the style of the sacrificial robes belonging to Nanchu was the most complicated, so he didn't like to wear them when he was young, and he often couldn't move when he went out.

Chunhuajun, the leader of the sixth prince of the Warring States Period, has always been famous, but in Danyang, Nanchu, Ji Jiashu was low-key and never made a big fuss because he could easily cause commotion when he went out to the streets, and even dressed in a low-key manner. If he could choose more plain and inconspicuous colors, he would choose more plain and clean. This was the first time Ying Baoyue saw him put on such bright clothes.

The Vermilion Bird is outstanding in the clouds. The redness of the Vermilion Bird is as red as the fiery fire, and the beauty of the youth is as beautiful as the spring light.

The sacrificial garments of the son of the Nanchu State Master were bright red, with the main red color mixed with the black color of the black color, which made it even more solemn. The red gold thread was embroidered with the patterns of the Vermillion Bird, and the clothes were gorgeous, and the clothes were black and robe.

And such a solemn and bright red dress was worn on the body of a young man with a jade-like face. The autumn wind blew his wide robe and sleeves, but it made people feel awe-inspiring, and they remembered many different things, especially when the young man looked up at the house in the sunlight, even Ji Ange, who was related, couldn't help but feel suffocated.

The spring breeze blows the sunny apricot blossoms, and the crown brings the man’s appearance to the ancient.

Her younger brother is really a sin.

Looking at the strange gazes of everyone in the room, Ji Jiashu was slightly stunned and raised the sleeves of the sacrificial garment in his hand, "Is it strange to wear this way? I may not have worn it for a long time."

Among the six kingdoms, the style of the sacrificial robes belonging to Nanchu was the most complicated, so he didn't like to wear them when he was young, and he often couldn't move when he went out.

Looking at the strange gazes of everyone in the room, Ji Jiashu was slightly stunned and raised the sleeves of the sacrificial garment in his hand, "Is it strange to wear this way? I may not have worn it for a long time."
Chapter completed!