Wei Xi, Xiao Ran
Qi Mo Red House, the tent is warm, Yan language is murmuring
The scenery is bright and springy, standing in the wind, silent and smiling
The dark fragrance is lingering, the moon is dusk, and I feel haggard alone
However, if there is nothing wrong with the flowers, how can they be hurt?
"Miss Ji's appearance is like that of a human being, and the maids around her are also like this." He folded the folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were full of smiles.
"The little girl knows a lot," he said with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, but then he sighed, "It's just a pity."
He is obviously a handsome nobleman, but sometimes he has ridiculously low self-esteem.
He is obviously an ordinary scholar, but there are so many people taking orders from him.
She is obviously just a little maid, but she is stubborn and doesn't know what catering is and what is pleasing.
However, they are all in the world, and a story is about to begin.