One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, 1, ninety...
The makeup of dawn has begun to shine, and the snow on the skin is bright, and the concubines and concubines in the spring palace are lined up.
The young master is so charming that he attracts countless beauties to fall in love with him!
A certain man: Let me hand over my kingdom to please you!
Who said you can't have both? I am not!
A certain woman: I asked the Buddha, what is fate?
Buddha said: Destiny is ice. I held the ice in my arms. When the ice melted, I realized that the Destiny was gone.
In the prison of conspiracy, how does he bloom the rose of deep love?
On the edge of love and pain, how can she escape the poisonous and tender prison?
He killed his father, he killed his husband;
He is willing to devote all the world to her in exchange for her staying with him forever;
He just wanted to collect all her love and hatred for him so that she would never forget him for the rest of her life;
She loved him to the core, even though he had a disheveled hair and a human face and an animal heart;
The beauty is in ruins, the night is still young, the flowers on the other side are flowers in vain, looking to the southeast, a phoenix is praying for the phoenix;
By the river of Santu, on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, love is not cause and effect, destiny is destined to life and death.
No matter how young peaches bloom in the sky and there are many apricot pistils in the clouds, my heart is already stained with mud. Don't dance the partridge in the spring breeze!
A certain man: There is nothing I cannot do for the woman I love.
————Wen Gong poured out the famous flowers in the national funeral, there is always mourning in Lanling on Moshang, the young master is like a wolf and a tiger, smiling and moaning, it turns out that beauty is not only a disaster, but blue color is also harmful to others, and he is the emperor.