Yes, you and Your Majesty are in the same group. They are the couple who share the interests.
As long as Your Majesty’s attitude remains unchanged, why be afraid of anything else?
That's why I was so eager to see Your Majesty immediately and see that person beside me.
When a woman is weak, she always hopes for men's protection. Even if she is a queen, how can she be an exception?
She walked around, her thoughts were extremely confused, as if she suddenly returned to her time in the temple, and she was imprisoned, facing the boundless darkness alone, and there was no hope.
Just like a ray of light in the shadow. I am looking forward to the light from His Majesty!
When night fell, Fangfei suddenly saw a man wearing a black shirt coming in casual clothes. It was a kind of moon-white base with dark patterns, very gorgeous and soft silk.
With a shirt and a jade belt of the same color on her waist, she showed an extraordinary look. She was walking and graceful, and she suspected that she was confused about her eyes, as if she suddenly came out to take the exam.
She met her, opened her eyes wide, and then opened her eyes wide. She looked at him carefully, from head to toe, and from head to head.
Luo Jia stopped and stood under a big tree with lush branches and leaves.
Looking at her quietly.
She also looked at him, especially the Confucian scholar scarf he wore on his head, which was a wide robe and big sleeve that only people in the Southern Dynasty had, but it had been improved by the northern country.
She raised her face and looked at his face under the night, as if a god suddenly descended from a place.
Luo Jia still didn't speak, silently, as if very proud of her outfit of private visits.
She laughed and said, "Your Majesty, why are you dressing like this?"
Luo Jia looked around and looked at his complacent: "Do you think I am very handsome?"
She pounced on it, hugged his waist and buried her head tightly in his arms.
Luo Jia laughed: "Little guy, what's wrong?"
She didn't speak, her head was still buried in his arms.
Long time.
Luo Jia gradually felt something was wrong. This was too intimate, right? What happened? After only one day of separation, this little thing was so coquettish.
He stroked her hair affectionately: "Little thing, I smell the aroma of dried apple stew..."
She then raised her head and said angrily with a smile: "Where is it?"