The reason why Liu Xiahui is Liu Xiahui is that everyone says that he is actually impotence.
This is impossible for a normal man.
She smiled very brightly, faintly, more charming than Xiao Lian, who was suddenly panicked by her. Although His Majesty could not see it or turn a blind eye, she didn't care. At this time, what she wanted was not Luo Jia to look at herself!
Luo Jia just needs to see the person he should see.
"Xiao Lian, get ready immediately and serve Your Majesty."
"yes."
Xiao Lian just stepped down, and Luo Jia had already stepped in, with a spring breeze on his face. Concubine Zhang greeted her gently, and said sweetly: "Your Majesty... I will meet Your Majesty..."
Luo Jia helped her up and looked at the furnishings in the house. It was early summer, and with the seasons, the Glazed Palace has also changed its style, which is completely in line with Zhang Jieyu's superb taste.
The carpet is beige, the screen is moon white, and on the drawing paper on the table, three or two lilies outline the spring atmosphere of the room.
The nose is still the faint incense, which is different from the homemade fragrance of calming the mind and awakening the mind. This is a spring fragrance commonly used in the palace, with a hint of slight ****, but it is not strong, just a point
Until.
Luo Jia smelled this fragrance many times in the house of her favorite concubine, so she naturally wouldn't mind it. Instead, she missed it very much because she had lost this fragrance for a long time.
A faint **** is like a faint ambiguity, watching flowers in the fog are separated by a layer. This taste is more charming than naked temptation.
The concubine Zhang Jie beside her smiled gracefully, but Luo Jia's eyes were always looking for the graceful beauty of that day - there was a beautiful man, and her singing was gentle!
Where is the beauty?
This time, the band came up with a band, all of them were beautiful women, and they were all in their prime. However, they were not Xiao Lian and they did not have that kind of charm.
Luo Jia was slightly disappointed, but he couldn't ask Zhang Jieyu.
Zhang Jieyu inadvertently observed his eyes and looked around, just like a best fisherman. After sprinkling the bait, he slowly began to close the silk thread in his hand.
Just when Locabet was extremely bored, the soft tune suddenly changed its style: like crying and complaining, tossing and turning.