After pondering and calculating, Tieu Xuan was shocked to think of a person.
Could it be… could it be the emperor?
Thinking about it for a while, when he came back to his senses, he found himself put down, the rope tied to the sack was also untied, so that he could clearly see that he was on the ground now.
The familiar scent of lipstick spreads to the nose, not a scent from a single lady, but belonging to an entire region.
Tieu Xuan sat on the ground, her eyes flexed back and forth, looking in all directions, the pink curtain was hanging down, the incense was emitting smoke, there was a man in his thirties sitting at the round table covered with a red cloth, and two The man who stuffed him in a bag and brought him home stood solemnly on either side.
That man has a handsome appearance
