Su Qingqing took a closer look, and it turned out to be a white falcon, with a small bamboo tube tied to his leg, and a note rolled inside.

She took down the note, fed the white falcon water and meat, and looked at it.

Above is a small poem written by Zheng Ji for her, which roughly means asking her to go to the temple to offer incense.

Su Qingqing happily spread out the pen and paper, grinded and replied, "Yes." ”

She can't write small poems, and it's a little shameful to copy poems, so she simply comes

Chapter 205 of "After the Whole Network Goes Black, She Shuttles Through the Small Fishing Village of the Tang Dynasty" Messing with my heart is hitting her hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!