Right on the Wall

My concubine is playing with green plum blossoms against a short wall, and you are riding a white horse next to a weeping poplar tree. They immediately looked at each other from afar, and their hearts broke as soon as they saw Zhijun. That year, under the hanging willows, the husband stood tall and tall, his clothes were fluttering, and Li Qianjin's love roots were deeply planted from then on. In those days, in the flower room, you and I were so affectionate. It was only our parents who beat us up. That year, in the garden outside the city, the loving couple looked forward to a long life, but the secret was revealed, and their love was tested several times. Now, even though you have fame and fame, I don't want to follow you. If there is no love, I would rather die alone than give in. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.