The Consort of the R

There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Mu Jiu pressed two fingers against the head that was too close: "How would I know, how Is it another rich family's young master",Everyone thought that with such a ferocious man, he must be just a brute who only knew how to fight. However, when he arrived in the capital and attended a palace banquet, he astonished everyone present.。