The sword cuts through the injustices in the rivers and lakes, and the sword kills the treacherous ministers in the temple.
A great country rises from the ground, only to give others as wedding clothes.
Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce have thousands of businesses, but they are still alone when they return.
No one asks about retribution of grievances and grievances, but the smell of crab roe is heard in Zuixian Tower.
My name is Liu Jiu, and I'm going to start showing off. . . . . . .
