As for the so-called stir-fried tea concocted by some black-faced god, her Royal Highness was not sensitive to it. It was not that it was not good to drink, but the thought of the relationship with that disagreeable man naturally made her feel bad. Xiu jade looked, the corners of the mouth turned up, turned to clean up messy book case. See rice paper good-looking kanhua small letters transcript of the two poems, xiu jade watched for a while, and then, naturally think of last night under the i...