Murong Ling and Mr. Yu first met at the annual Flower Festival in Yan Kingdom.
This year, the tea flowers in Luoyang bloomed very early. The warm wind blew slowly, the moonlight melted, the tea flowers bloomed, and the time was extremely beautiful. The Ziyang Palace was filled with people drinking and drinking, and it was once again a scene of beauty and prosperity.
Under the silvery moonlight, the young man stood tall with a smile on his face. His plain white clothes and snow-white tea leaves set off each other. Looking from a distance, he looked like he was floating in the human world.
In this scene, the girl's face was stained with clouds, and her heart was like a beating drum. She walked towards the young man step by step under the influence of drunkenness, singing popular folk songs of the Yan Kingdom.
On a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow all over your head.
Whose family on the street is young and charming?
I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life.
Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.
The young man turned around in surprise, only to see a girl in palace clothes, about fifteen or sixteen years old, slowly singing. The girl's face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were like waves, brighter than the tangerine flowers under the moonlight.
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