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Emperor Ning Xi paused for a moment and walked slowly towards the outside of the railing. The snow-white plum blossoms, exuding a faint fragrance, scattered all over the ground.
The fallen plum blossoms on the jade steps are as chaotic as snow.
Emperor Ning Xi suddenly remembered that when he was still the prince, Qu Huaishang was sitting opposite him by the Suzhou Lake, tapping a wine pot with a chopstick and singing:
When people are on a journey, they long for each other and look across the clouds;
Dancing among the flowers, the shadow is wither than the lonely moon;
With only one pot of wine, I am lonely at the end of the world;
The tears are very bitter. I cut the candle under the lamp and couldn't bear to see her cry...
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