The three of them talked for a while, and seeing that the time was not early, they let the two of them go to rest, and Tang Xiaoqi was the only one left in the room. Looking at the candles burning in the candlestick, Tang Xiaoqi couldn't help muttering: Sure enough, there is no light bulb to use.

I took out the poison book I got today, and after reading it for a while, I couldn't help but fall asleep on the book, leaving only the shadow of the candlelight swaying on the wall.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the palace of the Seventh Palace, Mo Junze was sitting at his desk and resting. After a while, someone came in and reported: "Palace Master, Meng Guo's side can't hold it anymore, and it will attack in the next two days."

Mo Junze played with the ...... in his hand

Chapter 295 of "The Sky-high Little Farmer's Wife": The moon on the roof is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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