The maple forest is red and the evening smoke is green, and the gulls are full of guests.
In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.
The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and all fate is light as we age.
Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.
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Fragment 1
"I also want to wander around in the clouds and wild cranes, and live in a floating boat. However, that bloody night cost so many innocent lives of my Mu family! I once watched you help the soldiers of the Ye Kingdom trample my Xunyang rivers and mountains. That night, the blood flowed into a river, and every inch of the land inside and outside the Xunyang Palace was deeply dyed red. Brown. Even when I dreamed about it at night, I could see... I could hear... My father being stabbed by you! Changsun Yiran, when I was lucky enough to survive, the only thing I wanted to do was to let you... Experience the pain of national subjugation!"
"As long as you have the ability." Changsun Yiran sneered, his eyes flashed with a deep, bloodthirsty brilliance.
Clip 2
"Ge'er, your move seems to have a lot of background." Huayuelou whispered.
"Yeah." Mu Chaoge responded and motioned for him to continue. But his face became increasingly pale, which made Huayuelou feel distressed.
He hugged Mu Chaoge into his arms, and brought his thin lips close to her earlobe, which seemed to others to be intimate.
"This step seems to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life."
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When everything is a foregone conclusion, who will accompany her through all the ups and downs and flowers blooming and falling?