Jialan Yeyu

The flat yellow sand is pleasant to the Hujia, and the peach blossoms can be seen in Wulingyuan. The black horse, the golden target, the small window for dressing up, and the prosperity of reading. Da da da. Red mud tiles, pagodas, clear tears streaming down the outskirts of Mudi. Chang'an is on fire, love is hard to find, Jialan listens to the rain, half of his life is without attachment. Luoluoluo. My wife puts on my child like we meet each other After reading this letter, you will cry for your husband for three days. One day you will cry to suppress your evil brother, one day you will cry for me, and one day you will cry for yourself. After three days, no more crying is allowed. Brother Zhen evil treats me like a brother and a father. Without him, I will lose everything to you. In order to take revenge, thousands of soldiers died in internal fighting, and I was embarrassed to see the soldiers' parents, wives and children, so that I could not always be by your side. This is my fault for you. Now that my body is disabled and my life is only on the verge of death, I remember that I am unable to complete the things I promised you in the past. I owe you three things. You have always been strong, and you must not imitate your sister Zhu Zhen. Cut, cut, cut. If you really can't solve it, you can go to Mr. Tao Qian and he will definitely be able to enlighten you. I really hope that in the next life, I will cultivate and weave in the peach garden with you and never be at odds with you. No more advice, live well! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.