bottle is pure transparent, its mouth plugged with a wooden cork. Inside there are things: a folded letter and a photograph that has been bent and pushed in. 。Jiang Fu-ren pointed at the photo: “Look...I will style my hair in an updo, waiting for you to call me over at night. 。A night breeze blew past the curtain, and you lifted the quilt... 。That tone was sung again, in the quiet night of Renwangfu, the sound seemed particularly harsh. 。Quan Qinghua had done a lot of psychological preparation and made all sorts of guesses, but he never expected that before even seeing the person, the first thing he would hear was such a singing voice. The airy and calm person suddenly stood up, Huzi standing beside him was almost knocked over by his sudden movement and nearly fell. 。t had said: The Emperor treated the fourth young lady like his life. "Such a beloved daughter, how could she possibly not notice this flaw 。Perhaps even the Emperor was helpless! Ji Rong sighed inward...