C308 Singing

The palace was deep.

It was still that lotus flower, but it was already on the verge of collapsing.

Yi Xiaoqiao sat at the edge of the lotus pond. On the small table in front of him, there was a tea snack. The tea was a flower tea, and the cup was a jade cup that shined like a soft light.

Yi Xiaoqiao inevitably tasted two pieces.

"Madam