
The Sound of Heavy Strings is Chaotic Like Pulling the Strings
by Luwan
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When I put on my bright makeup and wash off the fat on my wrists, I put a red scarf on my back to soak up the water. A jade stick is held in the mist sleeves, and blue silk is twisted on the screen in the setting sun. Call someone to pat the front threshold quickly, pick apricots and lift them close to the Quchi. It's good to see the pipa strings, fine, round and uneven jade. Twisting the jade and rubbing it softly makes it round. Who can see the strings on the green window? I am writing leisurely calligraphy with a colored pen in a slow cage, and I am pointing at Yao's steps to play money with a smile. Add musk sticks to the incense on the stove, and tap gold on your tongue. On the elephant bed, in the chess place of the palace, there is a Chinese catalpa in the corner. The strange girl Rong Wen was thrown into the college pool by a crazy female classmate, accidentally crossed into the Jin Dynasty (historical fiction), and possessed the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Palace. However, this eldest lady has the same surname as her, so why is her personality so different? They are just like Lin Daiyu. She didn't want to let down her childhood sweetheart, the emperor, and couldn't afford to offend the regent, so she hanged herself with her wedding dress? Hey, should the feudal dynasty be so inferior...
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