"here we go."
"Sister, sister is responsible for admiring it."
The notes in Yun Shu quietly subsided, and Liu Xiaoduo, who was dozing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, pressed one hand on the roof of the house and sat up.
As soon as Mo Rongrong finished speaking, the Eighth Princess, the Emperor and all the sisters started singing in sweet voices with smiles on their faces.
"Yes, I know."
"Huh? What?"
"Hehehe, just listen to the music with peace of mind.
"Sister Rongrong, sister Yinger."
All the beauties gathered in Yunshu again with musical instruments in hand.
"Well, Japan is beautiful."
I just found out today that Sister Qingxin’s talent is so outstanding."
"That poem and poem was written for you, my husband, with you..."
"It's over."
"The fragrance of the red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes again and get off the orchid boat alone."
Ren Qingxin nodded slightly, turned to look at Yun Daxi, and said softly: "Sister Daxi, now sister Yun, sister Ya are outside.
"Sisters, wait a moment, your palace outside, Yuyin still needs to be adjusted."
Next door to Qingyou Yunshu, somewhere under a roof of green bricks and green tiles.
"Bad, see you later."
Chapter completed!