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 shook her head slightly: "It's nothing, I had a rather bad dream.",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"。