In the boudoir, there are more than a dozen stoves on the ground.

Ji Fanyin followed behind Ji Qianying, and the moment he entered the room, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She looked around suspiciously.

Four or five imperial doctors, frowning, gathered around the desk at a loss...

Chapter 0120 of "Deadly Sanskrit" It's not the time to talk about the rules It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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