C1238

Zuo Zhaoyang frowned, the wine she used last night was the same pot used by the emperor, the emperor was not poisoned, but she was hit by it, it was obvious that the problem wasn't with the wine.

"That muse ?"

The hand holding the comb suddenly tightened.

Last night, she suddenly felt thirsty, but soon after the singer came out, it was impossible for her to be so coincidental