392. Chapter 392 Want to hide the beauty in the golden house 2
That was the first time he discovered that a woman's back had such great magic power. Just like the singing of a temple, just like the youth of a young lady back then. Only the saint would sing such a heavenly sound:
May the green lotus pond be decorated on the road she has walked
May the thick shade of the big tree cover this hot sun
May the dust on the road be adjusted by the lotus pollen
May the breeze blow gently, may she be lucky all the way
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For some reason, such a song rang out in his mind. He couldn't swing, nor did he know whether it was a real fantasy. He couldn't even tell whether the royal blue figure was her or a young lady.
Then, slowly, the blue figure came over. She came out of the bench next to the road. It can be seen that she had been waiting here for a long time. She deliberately waited for herself, which was something she had never seen before.
.Why are you waiting for yourself? Do you have something to say to yourself? He was surprised, happy, and surprised. What is she going to do? He felt a little dry and urgent, and he didn't even know how to face it for a while
she.
"Your Majesty..." a close minister reminded him.
"You guys go first."
Luo Jia ordered everyone to retreat, and only two of them were left, standing opposite each other.
I don’t know if it’s this cold wind or this bleakness, but he suddenly felt a little strange: the woman opposite, with such a cold face and a weak expression, as if she had become another person. The real Taoist nun Feng.
Fangfei, whom I am familiar with. No, this is not that little thing.
She seemed to have grown up in an instant, or changed into a soul.
No, don't do this. He doesn't like this. He would rather she mumbled and quarrel, or cried with her mouth flat, or be as frightened as a little white rabbit, or hate evil like a little devil... But she didn't, her expression was very calm.
She bowed according to the etiquette of the Taoist, and said plainly: "See Your Majesty."
He suppressed his panic, and didn't know why he panic, but just said lightly: "What's wrong with you?"
"I have prescribed the prince for three months. As long as he takes the medicine on time and pays attention to his diet, he will be cured in eight out of ten in one month, and he will definitely recover in three months..."