The huge tub is carried into by the four inner tubes, and the fragrant bath soup follows the buckets one by one. Baozhu indifferently looked at the palace people in front of him rushing, and his eyes floated to see the weaving moon coming with a wooden plate.

"Niangniang, these are clothes and handkerchiefs prepared for Your Majesty." Weaving Moon handed the wooden plate in front of the orb, and the neat clothes were as white as winter snow. The orb reached out symbolically and flipped through the neatly stacked clothes, but felt the outline of the dagger at the bottom.

Baozhu raised his eyes, and met the fierce gaze of Shang Zhiyue, and the corners of his mouth curled into a knowing smile. is worthy of the person chosen by Qi Fengyu, with a delicate heart that thinks through the meaning. Silent......

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