This year, the evening flowers bloomed later than in previous years. In January, when the early wind was about to subside, the flowers bloomed in clusters. The bouquets are as beautiful as snow, and they are pure and beautiful. However, there are often people in the court who say that the bouquet is meant to support filial piety, which is a bad omen. It should not be planted in the palace and should be uprooted. The folds are handed in year after year, like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no reply.
Nowadays, there are a lot of piles in front of the Yushu Pavilion.
Dou Su brought the booklet over. There was a pile of names, half of which were surnamed Xiao.
The handwriting is laid out one by one from old to new. Year after year, coming and going, there are always people who are persistent.
Once it enters the bones, it becomes a demon.
The night falls, the west wind passes, and a hundred generations of mountains and rivers are finally wasted.
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