Three days later, in the Pepperland Palace.

Liu Yishu grabbed her handkerchief and stood outside the hall, speculating in her mind.

After making up her mind that day, she began copying scriptures, preparing to take advantage of the dedication to hitch a ride on the line of concubine Shu.

But after all, their own identity is not obvious, and no backers, and the identity of the Shu Fei like clouds and mud difference.

Liu Saishu's heart was beating like a drum, not ...