He hesitated for a moment, then walked in with big strides.
In the lobby of the main hall, there is a thick tiger-skin carpet. The beautiful and unique flower marten fur is placed on the ground. The stove on the wall is as warm as spring. The vase next to it is all the best treasures, real
The fine vases from the Qin and Han dynasties are tall, quaint and elegant. Not to mention the flowers, the vases are displayed here alone are a great art and enjoyment.
This is the private money I gave her - I selected the fine products I collected before and placed them in one of her treasure houses.
She would never touch these things at all, but unexpectedly, she brought out so many good things today.
Along the way, the dried flowers I usually treasured.
Some very shaped branches.
Then, there are some flat leaves.
The most unique thing is the small vase on the table table, with many green branches inside - those are the branches of pine needles and the occasional small flowers in winter.
Especially in a super large flower pot, there was a tall shrub that had just been pulled out of the soil, more than one person tall, standing tall in the house.
Everything seems so vibrant.
Luo Jia was very surprised and thought he had gone to the wrong place.
I thought I was in a small house in some myth.
But what about the old man or fairy who can distribute jewelry and candies, turn stones into gold?
Of course my father-in-law doesn't have it.
Only fairies.
But the man lying on the marten.
The woman, wearing white fur, was covered with snow-white face, but her face was red by the fire beside her, gentle and sweet, like a fresh apple, overwhelmed her sickly.
She wore a beautiful inner appreciation and combed a very trendy and fashionable bun. She lazily and comfortably held the hot bird's nest porridge and took a sip, and then put it aside. She looked very comfortable and held an ancient piano.
When he saw him coming in, he thumped the strings gently, then put them down, and smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty, I'll sing for you, okay?"