The spring rain is dashing, and it hits the bluestone slab in the courtyard, through the window, you can still feel the slightest coolness, and the rain has been falling all day, and the cold air has penetrated into the heart and spleen, which makes people inexplicably anxious.

Zhao Chulin pushed open the door, took an oil-paper umbrella out of the yard, the rain became heavier and heavier, he went out of the house, at first glance saw a carriage galloping, the rain curtain blocked, he couldn't see whose carriage it was, but the carriage slowed down, but it stopped in front of the Pingnan Palace.

Shen Yanqing jumped down from the carriage, the rain slipped, he fell to the ground all of a sudden, his boots and robes were soaked, but he didn't care, he quickly got up and dragged Zhao Chulin, with an obvious look of anxiety on his face: "Something happened to the third girl, come with me!" ”

The oil-paper umbrella landed, and the rain gradually became one, but Zhao Chu came

Chapter 87 of "How Many Degrees of Spring in the House" The abandoned garden is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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