Dowry

although he was expressionless, Rong Jing couldn't help laughing, "well, we must tie it up well and find two powerful men to choose."

brain mending, little silent hands and feet are tied on the shoulder pole, and a red happy letter is pasted on his body, so that the porter can carry on all the way, and Rong Jing almost falls off the horse with a smile.

I saw her like that. Her face was almost black. Did they take him as a pig?

he stared silently. The more he stared, the more happy he would laugh.

"Niang, all the flowers and branches are quivering. Pay attention to the...