The twelfth floor is full of makeup, and the king is watching from the Wangxian Tower.
The golden beast with a locked title is cold in a chain, and the copper dragon with dripping water makes the day longer.
After combing her bun, she returned to the mirror, and her robe was about to be changed to make it even more fragrant.
Peering into the open curtain of the main palace, palace people in robes sweep the royal bed.
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Liu Ci loves him deeply and can do everything within his power.
Because I love him, I am willing to surrender.
Because I love him, I am willing to enter this harem.
Because of her love for him, she only became one of the three thousand in the harem.
Line your eyebrows in the mirror and look at the person in the mirror.
Before a person grows old, his heart is already dead.
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