The red makeup under the cold candle looked very frightening, as if she had been imprisoned in a pool of stagnant water for several months and was skinny.
'Father... I really don't want to marry that notorious financial businessman'
But I ask again, 'Father... Are you serious... That you don't have any leeway?' He looked at his only close relative with despair.
The iron and weapons in the Jiange are as solemn and solemn as ever. The Jiange is also as tall as usual, please don't enter.
'Miss? The auspicious time has come, it's time... It's time to get into the sedan chair'
I tried my best to hold the only sword my mother left for me, ran through the mountains, fell to the white head, and fell into the bottom of the valley. In the world wrapped in ice, there is only a touch of red. Is it possible to chat after making people laugh?
White snow is falling one after another, tears are falling down, and countless people are dying of hunger and freezing. Is this Zhao Ciguo, my country?
When the tea fell to the ground, the girl felt surprised or happy.
My escape is a sinner who destroys his family.
What kind of fire, when the snow stopped, in that place where there was no grass, in that land of wild smoke, it ignited a city.
It doesn't matter if you are an idiot, you are dreaming, or you are drunk.
'Don't you think the bird in the fine golden bird is beautiful?'
Hanging under the branches, yellow flowers fell on the woman's shoulders. 'Something for fun, fun and laughter'
The red walls in the courtyard are high. I have never seen the misty rain here. Who is stained with the frost forest and made Li Ren drunk?
Sitting under the pavilion, I took a sip of tea that I was not used to drinking.
What's the difference between this bird?
No, I won't die.
When did I, Zhao Yier, become so timid and cowardly?
Who lit that fire, my father, my life experience... Who was behind it all?
Intention: the pursuit of the heart