"It's hard to tie the long willow and jade, I hate that I can't hang on to the setting sun in the sparse forest ~"
In the imperial garden, Jiang Beiran was sitting on a rocking chair with his eyes closed, resting. Kong Qianqian was singing a song she had just learned.
Just as everyone in the imperial garden was reveling in Kong Qianqian's poignant singing, Jiang Beiran suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand.""All of you can leave. Zhen is a little tired."
"Yes."
When everyone heard this, they immediately left the imperial garden.
After everyone had left, the man extended a finger and stopped it in front of him. The next second, a black shadow swooped down from the sky and landed steadily on his finger.
"giao~giao~"
Ying Fengniao shouted with his mouth wide open.
