In the flower Hall of Xi'an hospital, xiafeng sits in the center, standing on one side in a cold bend, and sitting on both sides are more than a dozen people dressed in Jianghu. There are also two young men, one is beautiful and handsome, the other is handsome and tall.

Mrs. Lu, holding the baby, stood on one side and said in a high voice, "to the new tea!"

they knelt down hand in hand, took the tea in the hands of the dumb servant, and raised their heads high: "my daughter respects my father's tea and thanks him for his care. My daughter wishes my father a long...