The Imperial Concubi

Beichen Lin, whose eyes were poked, was both angry and amused. He stretched out his hand and flicked Yun An'an on the forehead, making her wince in pain.,But Beichen Lin still has at least fifty or sixty years to live, while he himself only has three years left.,Wang Zhanggui, who was soundly asleep, heard someone say there was a fire. He thought it was a dream at first, but as the flames grew brighter and fiercer, he opened his eyes to see for himself.。