Limit 500 words A few years ago, when the spring tide came to green water, Zhulan crossed the small bridge on the water. On the bridge, the daughter smiled enchantingly, leaning on the railing and playing with wicker sticks.
The girl with low eyebrows and a slight smile, with skin as smooth as gelatin, was none other than Lanxi, the daughter of the prime minister, who was extremely gorgeous.
Years later, on a moonlit night, the flowers fall towards the court, and the characters are reduced and the sound of the jade flute is played secretly. When lovers in the palace pass each other, the distance between them seems to be farther than the Milky Way.
The gentle man with ice-like eyes was none other than the current prince Yun Lian of Wen Tao and Wu Lu.
Lanxi shed tears and saw a familiar figure in the shadow of the rose. In the dream, a prince riding a white horse came, and together they sat on the swing under the roses, looking at the sky, the clouds, and the deep shadows of the passing years.
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