Chapter 689 (1/2)

Looking at Shen Miao's cell phone, he opens his head.

Her hair fell on his chest, itching.

Shen Mo Chen looks at her tenderly and inputs the words of a palace map.

The phone popped out immediately.

One by one, Shen Mochen had to go.

Shuimiaomiao blushed.

China's 5000 year history and culture is indeed extensive and profound.

The thought of the ancients, to a certain extent, is in the forefront of the world.

Think about it. At that time, the ancients had three wives and four concubines, compatriots and one wife, father and son had the same wife, brother and sister could get married again, that topic, that thought.

No TV, no computer, no entertainment. All the entertainment is used in it. It must be extraordinary. There is a specialty in the industry.

Take a look at those pictures. They are all very artistic.

On a sunny day, shaolang and his wife and concubine are missing each other in the garden.

I have a dog at home. By the way, I like to keep a monkey.

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Landscape design is commendable, using the extreme.

In broad daylight, there is no electric light, which can be excused.

Shui Miaomiao thought of an adapted ancient poem he had accidentally seen on the Internet.

It's about this.

Cry pain, uncle, mix pressure. (Kuteng old tree, faint Crow)

small orifices, flowing water, Ren, Jia. (small bridge, flowing water, people's home)

drumming, sewing, hand numbness. (the ancient road west wind lean horse)

sucking Yang, knee, heartbroken man, licking. (sunset, heartbroken man at the end of the world)

the more you look at it, the redder shuimiaomiao's face is, and her thoughts are floating.

She looked at Shen Mo Chen, cleared her throat, and said softly, ”don't you think it's not appropriate for me to look at these pictures for my current physical condition?”