The fall of Qiu Luan could not set off any storms in the great Ming Dynasty, only the people who shared the same boat with Qiu Luan were collectively overturned.

In April, the flowers are blooming and the forests are verdant, and if there are no elusive mosquitoes biting the exposed skin, it should be a wonderful season.

Fan Jin dragged Aunt Qinghe's jade lotus-like arm, poured some flower water from the porcelain bottle, and rubbed it on the place where she had been bitten by mosquitoes.

At the end, I couldn't help but ask with burning eyes, "How is it, is it still itchy?" ”

Aunt Qinghe smelled

"I am Fan Jin, the Ming Dynasty after the middle lift" Chapter 108 Yan Song wants to listen to the play! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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