As expected, when I walked into the temple, my vision was wide open, with flowers, plants and trees everywhere, dozens of acres of land, and a hundred people living there, which was considered empty.

"Mr. Lang, there are only a few people, there are too few!" Tian Fu said with a worried look on his face.

"He is a nun, why are he bringing so many people?" Li Jia said speechlessly: "Five or six are enough, there are so many people and eyes."

"Yes!" Tian Fu responded quickly.

After walking for a hundred steps, I finally saw a villa with flowers and plants even more exquisite. Several little maids in skirts were carrying water to water them, noisy and noisy, and in the deserted temple, they looked particularly friendly.

Li Jia immediately understood where this place was. He hurried over and asked others to wait outside. Then he smiled and said, "Xiao Ke is a scholar. I heard that his wife has gained something in the poetry of Shu Kingdom, so I came to ask for advice."

"Dengtuzi--" the little maid immediately frowned and scolded: "How did you come in? Come quickly."

Soon, several other maids gathered and glared at them. Obviously, no matter how handsome he was, he could not resist the complexity of people's hearts.

He really just wanted to see this famous lady Huarui who was later generations.

Obviously, it is difficult for Li Jia to win with all her mouth. The girl with red lips and white teeth looks good, but her mouth is too powerful to resist.

Suddenly, a bright color appeared in front of him, and then a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in his ears: "Let this gentleman come in, I've made an appointment long ago."

"Yes-" The maids remained unchanged, and their faces were full of helplessness, and they took Li Jia into the courtyard.

In the hall, a woman in a green skirt was sitting upright, holding a book in her hand, in midsummer, and was alone in a room. The woman's clothes were thin and even could be seen vaguely covering her yellow embroidered breasts.

He is of medium height, about 1.6 meters tall, plump, white skin, snow-white hair, bending with long black and shiny hair, revealing his slender, white and tender neck, bright collarbone and round shoulders.

The things on my chest were even more trembling. Although I could not see it and was bound by it, I could still feel its infinite charm.

At this time, Li Jiacai looked at his face, with melon-shaped face, delicate facial features, slightly white lips, crescent eyebrows, bright eyes, and a beautiful Sichuan beauty.

No wonder Sichuan has more women and fewer men.

As expected, when I walked into the temple, my vision was wide open, with flowers, plants and trees everywhere, dozens of acres of land, and a hundred people living there, which was considered empty.

"Mr. Lang, there are only a few people, there are too few!" Tian Fu said with a worried look on his face.

"He is a nun, why are he bringing so many people?" Li Jia said speechlessly: "Five or six are enough, there are so many people and eyes."

"Yes!" Tian Fu responded quickly.

After walking for a hundred steps, I finally saw a villa with flowers and plants even more exquisite. Several little maids in skirts were carrying water to water them, noisy and noisy, and in the deserted temple, they looked particularly friendly.

Li Jia immediately understood where this place was. He hurried over and asked others to wait outside. Then he smiled and said, "Xiao Ke is a scholar. I heard that his wife has gained something in the poetry of Shu Kingdom, so I came to ask for advice."

"Dengtuzi--" the little maid immediately frowned and scolded: "How did you come in? Come quickly."

Soon, several other maids gathered and glared at them. Obviously, no matter how handsome he was, he could not resist the complexity of people's hearts.

He really just wanted to see this famous lady Huarui who was later generations.

Obviously, it is difficult for Li Jia to win with all her mouth. The girl with red lips and white teeth looks good, but her mouth is too powerful to resist.

Suddenly, a bright color appeared in front of him, and then a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in his ears: "Let this gentleman come in, I've made an appointment long ago."

"Yes-" The maids remained unchanged, and their faces were full of helplessness, and they took Li Jia into the courtyard.

In the hall, a woman in a green skirt was sitting upright, holding a book in her hand, in midsummer, and was alone in a room. The woman's clothes were thin and even could be seen vaguely covering her yellow embroidered breasts.

He is of medium height, about 1.6 meters tall, plump, white skin, snow-white hair, bending with long black and shiny hair, revealing his slender, white and tender neck, bright collarbone and round shoulders.

The things on my chest were even more trembling. Although I could not see it and was bound by it, I could still feel its infinite charm.

At this time, Li Jiacai looked at his face, with melon-shaped face, delicate facial features, slightly white lips, crescent eyebrows, bright eyes, and a beautiful Sichuan beauty.

No wonder Sichuan has more women and fewer men.

As expected, when I walked into the temple, my vision was wide open, with flowers, plants and trees everywhere, dozens of acres of land, and a hundred people living there, which was considered empty.

"Mr. Lang, there are only a few people, there are too few!" Tian Fu said with a worried look on his face.

"He is a nun, why are he bringing so many people?" Li Jia said speechlessly: "Five or six are enough, there are so many people and eyes."

"Yes!" Tian Fu responded quickly.

After walking for a hundred steps, I finally saw a villa with flowers and plants even more exquisite. Several little maids in skirts were carrying water to water them, noisy and noisy, and in the deserted temple, they looked particularly friendly.

Li Jia immediately understood where this place was. He hurried over and asked others to wait outside. Then he smiled and said, "Xiao Ke is a scholar. I heard that his wife has gained something in the poetry of Shu Kingdom, so I came to ask for advice."

"Dengtuzi--" the little maid immediately frowned and scolded: "How did you come in? Come quickly."

Soon, several other maids gathered and glared at them. Obviously, no matter how handsome he was, he could not resist the complexity of people's hearts.

He really just wanted to see this famous lady Huarui who was later generations.

Obviously, it is difficult for Li Jia to win with all her mouth. The girl with red lips and white teeth looks good, but her mouth is too powerful to resist.

Suddenly, a bright color appeared in front of him, and then a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in his ears: "Let this gentleman come in, I've made an appointment long ago."

"Yes-" The maids remained unchanged, and their faces were full of helplessness, and they took Li Jia into the courtyard.

In the hall, a woman in a green skirt was sitting upright, holding a book in her hand, in midsummer, and was alone in a room. The woman's clothes were thin and even could be seen vaguely covering her yellow embroidered breasts.

He is of medium height, about 1.6 meters tall, plump, white skin, snow-white hair, bending with long black and shiny hair, revealing his slender, white and tender neck, bright collarbone and round shoulders.

The things on my chest were even more trembling. Although I could not see it and was bound by it, I could still feel its infinite charm.

At this time, Li Jiacai looked at his face, with melon-shaped face, delicate facial features, slightly white lips, crescent eyebrows, bright eyes, and a beautiful Sichuan beauty.
Chapter completed!