Changsun Bodhi is not a person who indulges in pleasure.
His temperament may even seem a bit self-destructive to others. When he was in Zuoyue Bureau, he made tea and chanted sutras in his spare time, which was more boring than a serious monk. However, he did not think it was bitter, but was content with it.
At this moment, he was sitting in the boudoir of a woman who was flocked to by all the men in the city, watching her dancing gracefully, her snow-white ankles twirling, and her golden bells jingling, but the eldest grandson was not in a restful mood at all. Holding it in the palm of your hand, you are concentrating on it as if you are not watching a dance, but watching a set of peerless martial arts.
It's hard to believe that little lady Yunyun has seen many scenes in Chunxiangfang, but she can still finish a dance with ease under such intense gazes.
"Does it look good?" She took the handkerchief from the maid and wiped the sweat from her forehead, asking with a smile.
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