Yan Ye: In the misty rain in the far south of the Yangtze River, the woman was wearing a long blue dress. Looking at him, he shook his folding fan and shook the peach blossoms in the sky, "I have no other good things in life. I only love Meiji and her delicious food. In this way, I am worthy of being born in the emperor's family."
Large tracts of snowflakes continued for several miles, and he kissed her forehead gently, "I hope to enter the emperor's house again in the next life, but never meet you again."
Li Jun: He swore to the moon: "I am willing to use my country as my betrothal to repay the Prime Minister's kindness." He knew, and she knew, that what he wanted was just her.
She chuckled: "I would like to return to the south of the Yangtze River, in a small boat, to find the person I love, and never leave her until I grow old."
When he left, only the pink sky was left in the heavy snow, and the ground was bright red.
When he left, in the court hall, the king of the world and his harem of three thousand people were missing her alone.
When she left, she was still wearing the long green dress when she came in, humming a Jiangnan tune, hiding in the swaying Jiangnan.