Like God's will, in the third year after he and Xiaojuan got married, he heard that this woman was called Hua Qing.
Huaqing, Huaqing, read Li Shimin's sentence, he said, the frozen clouds are all over the mountains, and the plain snow is dawning.
He wrote that when the breeze rises, the fragrance lingers without diminishing the fragrance. Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, relying infinitely on people.
Huaqing.
The night Xiaojuan wanted to marry me, I danced with my sword in the empty court. The garden is full of fragrance, with shadows of bamboos and cypresses, and a small pond.
There are clear lotuses in the pond. People who have seen you say that the way you wield the moon-like sword looks like a bouquet of white lotus.
I don't know if you want to believe it, but I have never wanted to marry anyone else except you.
Falling in love with someone you have never met is probably the most ridiculous joke in the world. I threw away the sword and looked back at the peaceful white lotus, just as I saw your beautiful face.
Feeling disappointed.