Glass Bell

The glass bell is rich in amber, and the wine in the small trough is pearl red. Cooking dragons, cannons, phoenixes and jade fat weeping, Luoping embroidered curtains surround the fragrant wind. Play the dragon flute and beat the drum. White teeth sing, thin waist dances. What's more, the days of youth are approaching, and the peach blossoms are falling like red rain. I advise you to be drunk all day long, and the wine will not be buried in Liu Ling's grave. ——The wine is about to enter: Liuli Bell This article is an imaginary historical background This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.