
The Cold Prince and the Poisonous Tongue Concubine
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(1) The cold fragrance of charcoal disappeared, and the night breeze made her thin. Pingyuan Xue gently stroked the shocking scar on her face, hugged her tightly, and said lightly: "I, the king, have never liked apricot flowers." It turned out that the trace of blood was only on the heart, not on the corners of the eyebrows and eyes. The beauty is ruined and the bones are buried in the withered grave. Su Wanwan's eyebrows were sad: "The prosperity of the past has become the hatred of today. Concubine, I hope that when His Highness lights up all the lights and lies down to listen to the music, there will still be a place for Wanwan to look back and smile in his heart." (2) In the flying snow, he entertained himself with a sword, his expression was blurred, look. I can't tell what his expression was: "I wore all the iron robes and monk clothes, and finally I felt secretly sad beside the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng... The world of mortals and the blue sea have all changed in an instant. I only regret that I betrayed you in such a hurry, I betrayed you!" (3) The beautiful young man drifted away, and a tree of apricot blossoms looked like previous years.
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