A flute sound fluttered out from the carriage, the wind and sand in the north of the river were strong, the cool breeze at the end of February blew the red car curtain cloth, a touch of tea white dress fell into Zhao Zhixun's ink eyes, and the skirt was rippling with lifelike jade bamboo, mercerized dots, giving birth to a few touches of spring.

The sound of the flute fell.

A light cough came from inside the car curtain, and Chi Bi helped the person down from the car, a touch of weakness......

Chapter 52 of "Boudoir Disobedience": The confidante is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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