Chiqiao Mountain is a place that no one knows but few people really understand.
Han Yi returned to his home - Chiqiao Mountain. And just when he entered the house, he was sent out again without even having time to kiss Luo Xuan.
When Yin Yun returned to Wumingju, the cold and piercing smile in front of him disappeared the moment Mr. Xu lifted the curtain and entered the room. Maybe he didn't remember it, or maybe he remembered it vaguely? What will be the ending after hundreds of years of rotation? Or it could be the beginning of another tragedy.
Yan Yi and Su Qing like to listen to a graceful song in the garden in front of Luoyang Pavilion when the flowers are blooming in spring. Under the warm sunshine, conspiracy is like the small buds of winter jasmine, slowly blooming around them.
"Little foal, have you tasted the sweetness of humans?"
"Compared to us, their lifespans are ridiculously short, and this is the sweetness of human beings - the rich flavor of life instantly exudes."
"Don't try! It's like rejecting the brilliant flower of aphrodisiac."
"But that feeling... If you don't know it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
The clear and beautiful female voice is like a new swallow emerging from the valley, singing: The wine does not have to make the guests drunk, the road is long and there are few people to support it, early taught you to dream of - Hua - Xu -
You Meng to Huaxu?
It's better that Nanfeng knows my intention and returns to Chiqiao in my dream...
PS: The opium poppy is the thing that the British shamelessly shipped to our country in large quantities in order to reverse the trade deficit with my country. This led to the outbreak of the first opium war and the second opium war!
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