is it really Xuanji's capital? the air there isn't good, and there's a lot of sand and dust. Can your Xuanji stand it? " Lu bei stuttered after recovering from his shock.
jing luochen had been staying in this beautiful place every day. his skin was like a peeled egg, much better than women's. how could he stand the weather in the capital?
Moreover, why was he suddenly in such a carefree mood?
Usually, when Lu bei asked him to go out, he would always be met with a cold and indifferent gaze and rejected with a firm attitude.
Hearing Lu bei's long-winded speech, Jing luochen glanced at him, turned around, and walked out.
the servants behind him had already started to pack up his things. in less than ten minutes, everything was ready.
but all of this was too much of a waste.
Lu bei looked at the servants who were carrying more than ten boxes and preparing to set off. He suddenly felt a headache coming on.
But what could he say?
