Many years later, Emperor Yongxuan would often have such a dream: In the courtyard in late autumn, the remaining leaves were scattered on the ground, but the moonlight was as clear as a wash, and the clear light shone on the fingertips of the man holding the lamp with a bone-deep chill. The man shook the cup gently, and the light green wine overflowed with intoxicating sweetness, "Zijie, this is the Qiu Lu Bai I brewed specially for you." Emperor Yongxuan looked at the man tenderly, drank it all with his hand, and said with a smile: "Qing Yao, the autumn wind and the bright moon are proof, I will never leave you in this life." This is really a cup of Qiu Lu Bai full of friendship. Look, the autumn moon is so bright, who can doubt the tenderness of this moment?
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