The next night, the peach blossoms were blooming, and the rain and wind were violent. To illustrate the painting, thousands of trees are covered with snow, dyed with thick ink and sparsely scented.
The sky is dark and the rain is like a curtain. The scenery of the long street is hazy and stagnant, like a picture of a green umbrella smeared with ink. The sound of messy and hasty horses is like a sharp knife tearing the air, which makes people panic.
Something big happened in Shu.
Ji Han's Prime Minister Zhuge Liang rebelled.
The warm and cold rain is immersed in the depths of the peach blossoms, like soft love words, and the clouds are bright and heavy, like large embroidered curtains hanging down, bending the branches and hanging down to the cold soil.
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In fact, if I really follow Jinjiang, I will lock the locks when the hair is bigger... I beg all the masters to unlock the secret?...
In fact, if I really follow Jinjiang, I will lock the locks when the hair is bigger... I beg all the masters to unlock the secret?...