Thinking of the exchange of cups and cups on the night before he entered the palace, Rentuo blushed and recited the poem he had given her.
A phoenix is not a phoenix, a phoenix is not a phoenix. Romance has drunk Ji Kang since ancient times.
A teacher is not a master, a disciple is not a disciple, and he is sent to Tanhualang drunk.
The green mountains are far away and the birds are flying away. The cunning rabbit dies and the good bow is hidden. After me, you will be injured again.
One song is Guanglingsan, and then it is played as Lianlang.
Liansheng's eyes became misty, and he kept mumbling alone in the mist.
One song is Guanglingsan, and then it is played as Lianlang. One song is Guanglingsan, and then it is played as Lianlang. . . . . .
This sentence counts as his admission. Admittedly, after getting along for the past few years, the relationship between the two is no longer as simple as a master-disciple relationship.
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