Jiangchengzi went hunting in Mizhou. Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don't talk privately, you will never forget it. Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of cavalry rolling around Pinggang. With the report, Qingcheng followed the prefect, shot the tiger personally, and watched Sun Lang. It doesn't matter if your chest and gallbladder are still open after the wine is drunk, and there is a slight frost on your temples. In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent to the meeting? He can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, and look northwest to shoot the wolf.
This book is just for fun and writing.
It's okay, just take a look.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
