The Song of Mu Yin Who Was the Favorite in the Prosperous Age

Feng Yinquan sighed in his heart, stared at the tent above, and sighed once again that he had traveled through time. The excitement in his heart was only limited to the moment he realized how badly he had been injured. When I moved my body, I felt that my chest was so tight that even my bones seemed to be broken. Apart from being seriously injured, looking at the surrounding environment, Feng Yinquan felt that he should be living a good life in this body. Most of the furnishings in the house are dark red carved sandalwood, and the windows are hollow carved with exquisite workmanship. There is a purple wooden table under the window. The things on the table are very simple and are found in most wealthy families. There are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, not those small...