The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

The crape myrtle on both sides of the road retreated rapidly, a tree of bright red flowers like flames, blazing and golden, waving like flags flying high in the sky.The wind blew gently, and countless crape myrtle petals fell one after another, some danced like butterflies, some flew like orioles, and some twirled lightly like dancers. flip...

Like agile monkeys, we ran quickly on the avenue covered with crape myrtle petals, panting and thirsty.When we reached the three-fork intersection, we headed towards the thorny path on the right. After half an hour, we finally got rid of the bandits like brown sugar.

The four of us collapsed in a big shape on a piece of green grass, panting heavily.

The breeze brings the fragrance of green grass, blowing gently on the cheeks and hair, clusters of umbrella-shaped white dandelion flower balls, scattered with the wind, gently jumping on the forehead, between the eyebrows, and on the bridge of the nose...

I took a deep breath of the fresh air, and I really had the illusion of being in a ecstasy. [

This beautiful scene only lasted less than ten seconds before Sima Qing smashed it into pieces with two steamed bun-sized fists: "Say! What did you steal from the bandit's den?"

I held my head and covered the head that had been knocked out, and Weiwei shrank behind Sima Yang in a condescending manner, revealing half of my head and a pair of beady eyes, observing everything outside.