In the afternoon when Chu Yao returned to the inner palace, three or five Lu Dings came to visit him.
Leon Luo's spiritual sense had already detected in advance that the five cauldrons were moving towards Chu Yao's direction, but what entered the threshold before the five figures was a faint fragrant breeze.
The scents of the five people mixed together, exuding a refreshing feeling of just the right intensity.
They were dressed in light blue, light pink, light green, light yellow and light apricot dresses and shirts, each holding an oil-paper umbrella of matching colors in their hands. They came together in the lazy afternoon, and their harmonious aura seemed to be in a painting.
Chu Yao and they were obviously old friends, and after a while, the five of them took their seats in order. Long Xiang in the hall had long been sent away by Chu Yao to take some time off, leaving only Leon Luo in the room, which attracted the obscure looks from the others.
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