In Yanling Yixiao Tower, some Sheng songs were played again. The color of willows is like eyebrows, the eyes are like stars, the small waist is lightly swayed, and the charm is overflowing. Yibei is like a spectator, but he doesn't know that he has already fallen into deep trouble.
The scenery of Kyoto in the north does not have the tenderness of the south of the Yangtze River. The young and frivolous Holy Master holds the country in his hands, flipping the battle flag, as if he is about to roll up a cloud. Putting down the crazy order, looking for the "dragon and phoenix flowing jade flute", I don't know whose obsession I am holding on to, and crush it to pieces.
Time flies and time flies by. The past is a little bit like a flower blooming and passing away.
Jiangnan actors, drunkenly watching the clouds and mist, dramatize the turmoil of life into a beautiful fleeting time.
He was originally the prince of the Kingdom of Gui, with tenderness as tender as the bones of the south of the Yangtze River, but due to a fight, the seemingly gentle mist was torn apart, leaving only the remaining fire burning with hatred.
The legendary "dragon and phoenix flowing jade flute" also disappeared from people's eyes with the decline of the family, but several mysterious people appeared in the south of the Yangtze River. The smile behind him is whether it is a chess piece or a plaything, it is no longer the smile of a girl.
Whoever plays with someone else's country, whoever lets someone else's body burn to death. He and him, he and her, will they return to the past, with spring willows blowing on their faces and children laughing foolishly?
When twins of dragon and phoenix meet true love, where will they find the most ecstasy?