Yueheifeng Takes the Stage Alone
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The moon is dark, and the wild geese are flying across the sky, and the blue sky is falling. I lean against the dangerous fence and feel cold in my sleeves. Tears condensed under the plum blossom sleeves, smiling at the prince's dream. When the silver needle picked up the fallen bead curtain, Xie Qingluan's black gauze skirt swept past the remaining petals of peony. This concubine of the prime minister's house, who was neglected by her parents, has a jade pendant on her wrist filled with her biological mother's regret, and a cinnabar mole on her collarbone soaked with dark lines of poison sacs. When Prince Xiao Chengjing's mint scent crushed the medical book in her palm, the sound of gold coins clashing awakened the sleeping power. \
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