Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, a foot of red gauze covering the slender willows; you are about to come, but I have returned, singing a song and feeling sad. However, the prosperity in front of him is within reach, but it has nothing to do with him.
"Miss, I don't understand why you are riding a horse, walking around the bed, and so on. Do you have to know these things if you like someone?" Sile was a little anxious, because he didn't understand what Luo Ning meant, and his face turned red.
"I should have thought of him a long time ago, and deceived my heart into adultery; you have long been speechless, but you don't know how indifferent you are." Bai Ze said softly to Luo Ning. Only now did he realize his stupidity. He walked to the study alone. On the tea seat was the painting fan Luo Ning had just seen. He wrote a pen to express his lovesickness, but he didn't know that the falling flowers sent his love.
Yu Chen put his hands on Luo Ning's shoulders, "Luo'er, calm down. What you want is not to destroy other people's marriages. You don't want to make Xiling Jingxuan feel better, but Prince Yi didn't mess with you. You shouldn't count him in."
"Plan? Haha... Yes, he, Prince Yi, came to help me when I was in disaster in Beiming. He, Prince Yi, has no enmity or enmity against me. But, should he give my enemy happiness and health?" Luo Ning shouted hysterically, and she didn't understand why she had to tolerate it.
The magpie has returned and is no longer the same as before; the smoke from the kitchen is curling up, and we sigh again. Riding the wind to return home, filled with endless concerns; writing a pen of indigo, passing down good stories. The most beautiful love in the world is when you appear in my sight when I turn around. Time is so beautiful, a moment is eternity...