General Ningyuan's residence was quiet for a long, long time, so long that the June Snow tree under the general's window had not bloomed for three years to make it lively.
Xue Yue heard the servant of the General's Mansion say something about her again today, "It's fine if the flowers bloom and snow falls in June. Now that you can't see any flowers for so long, it's time to kill them."
Xue Yue squatted on the side of the road, listening to people saying that they would kill her at every turn, but ignored them.
What does she care about with these vulgar people? What do they know?
How long will the red flowers last? Her evergreen green leaves are so attractive.
She blew lightly, and a small green leaf turned around and fell to the general's desk under the window sill.
Tsk, the blowing force was a little too weak, and it fell into the inkstone, making it dirty.
She puffed up her cheeks, blew hard, and that was it. She gave the green leaf that was about to fall to the ground to the most discerning person in the house.
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