After saying that, I looked at Sima Qing with bated breath, my heart pounding. I was afraid that Master Sima would be unhappy and lock me in the room again... Wuwu, it was really hard to mess around in ancient times.
ah!
"Really?" Sima Qing stroked his chin, thoughtfully. Five seconds later, he lightly clapped his hands and decided: "In that case, we will go to find the Peach Blossom Spring tomorrow."
"Young Master?"
"What should I do? Should I arrest this woman?"
"Is the pig cage soaked yet?"[
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These damn villains! Can't they forget for a moment that the ritual was ruined?
"Shut up! If anyone says another word, just wait until their heads fall to the ground!" Sima Qing looked at him like an ice sculpture, and everyone was so frightened that they all fell silent and walked away dejectedly with their tails between their legs.
Khan, who is in charge of this Sima Mansion?
I couldn't help but turn my head and look at Sima Yang, who had been silent since I said he knew the whereabouts of the mirror! Is he, he, he okay? The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and Si Zaiyang was smiling brightly, but I felt as if his longing clear eyes were like
Just like when something sad happens, I feel misty.
"Sima Yang, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I'm just a little surprised that you remember things from your childhood."
I remember what happened when I was a child. Does he need to be moved like this?
Early the next morning, when Father Sun had just gotten up and yawned in the sky, Sima Qing led a large number of servants and knocked open my door, grabbed my back collar, and dragged me along.