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.,Lan You was at her wit's end. She turned her head and glared at the person lounging lazily in a chair: "Can you please stop eating melon seeds",Mu Jiu stopped his hand on Guazi's and instead grabbed a handful of pine nuts: "I'll have these, okay I tell you Lan You, your attitude is unacceptable. If I were your guest, I wouldn't give you a single copper coin."。