The wind blew through Chu Garden, and peach blossoms danced all over the sky. Whose life is reflected in the plum blossoms in that place, or is it - life after life?
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The face of the woman with red makeup in the memory came into my mind, and along with the peach blossoms that night, the petals of the peach blossoms flew down blood red...
That day, she was grinding and he was writing, and the whole Jiangnan seemed to be included in the painting. The white butterflies flying lightly, the clouds curling with phoenix smoke, and the white clothes and green fur became the most beautiful memory in his life.
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Her flowery smile appeared in front of me: her eyebrows on the peach tree were like the indigo in the distant mountains.
"I just want to find someone with whom I can enjoy the flowers side by side, and quietly watch the sunset on a warm and beautiful evening."
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"In Weiyang Palace, there are drunk apricot branches and the fragrance of osmanthus. But in my eyes, they are far inferior to the peach tree in Chu Mansion." The woman stood in the court with light makeup and looked at him coldly.
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Murong Mingzhen's long sword was pressed against her neck, and the sword's light illuminated her delicate collarbone like a candle. But she seemed completely unaware, her eyes only reflected the setting sun. He looked back and raised the corners of his lips: "Chu Yan, do you want this world?"
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There was a wind blowing, and at the end of the eye wave, the peach color was like blush.