C115 Neon Dress Dance(1)

That night, Yin Fenglee took a bowl of the medicine that was made by Imperial Physician Hai and fell into a deep slumber. He didn't notice how long Zhu Yan had taken care of him.

Red Luan tent, the shrine burning with the ambergris fragrance strands to the bed curtain, let the people in the tent as if to fairyland.

Outside of the hall