C82 Conferred princess

"Painting, thrush ?" Who would have thought that this round of stratagem would cause him to suffer so much. Lying on the bed, Chu Qinghuan's voice was hoarse, but a strange feeling surfaced in the bottom of his heart.

"Second Miss, Miss thrush has gone to fry medicine for you. If there is anything you need, just tell me."

The incense burner in the room was filled with the Six An incense