Ten miles of red makeup, a phoenix bathed in fire. A piece of red silk is connected to an inhumane person.
Xuanmeng suddenly woke up and looked around. The geese passed by without leaving a trace, leaving only the candle and tears alone. Begonia rain, old flowers and sparse shadows, look to the dimly lit place.
Who can live in the red tent? If the concubine is a phoenix, the king would like to be a phoenix. Look at the green silk hair coming and going, the white hair and the road to Huangquan.
Ziwu, Ziwu, when she got married, she was too shy to change her clothes, but now she realizes that it's hard to trust you... And it's hard to trust you, so I will live up to my love...
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