Feng Qiyue, a genius, an unparalleled mad concubine, and an iron-blooded warrior king who kills his enemies with a smile. Dressed in red, her hair was dancing wildly, the hem of her skirt made the sound of breaking wind, and a smile appeared on her unruly face. She had gone through thousands of winds and frosts, tasted the pain of hell, and just wanted a safe hug.
"Wuxie, let's get married."
Feng Qiyue smiled slightly,
The man held her tightly in his arms,
"Okay, get married."
I will let the bright moon sit in the deep pool, and the lotus in the pond will be reflected slantingly, all pure white.
I will perch the bright moon on the sycamore tree, swaying the sycamore trees as golden as a rainbow.
No more yesterday will be like rain, soaking the years;
Let's look at the present day, which is like drinking wine and dreaming of the Milky Way.
