Sheng Shilingge

That year, the Taoist priest gave him a pill and asked him to interpret a poem. Chang'an has a ten-foot-long iron city wall, and peony flowers bloom all over the city. The pink powder blows in the wind and changes the color of the snow, and the embroidered face reflects the emotion of the makeup. The husband has no talent and ascends to the purple palace, while the beautiful woman is waiting on the dragon's bed. Fengguanxiapei golden chariot, last year and this eve several times. He didn't think about it at that time. He just felt that the poem was written in a clumsy and superficial way, and the old man laughed and said nothing. It wasn't until the great changes that swept across Kyushu came a few months later that he met the old Taoist again and understood what he meant. Chang'an is ten feet long, not an iron city wall? The peony flowers are in bloom, and the city is filled with the fragrance of blood. The pink powder goes with the wind, who cares about the beauty of the snow? The embroidered face is affectionate, and the makeup is projected... The husband has no talent, and the wife ascends to the purple palace. She is a beautiful woman, but she does not serve on the dragon bed. Phoenix crowns and harems, buried in golden chariots, last year and this eve, I had my heart broken several times... Sheng Shiling sings for you and me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.