In the Xi Dynasty, Xiang Wanheng entered the capital, seizing the direct descendants and changing the throne, causing waves with one stone;
The rebellion between soldiers and horses had just subsided, and when Ziqing was allowed to return to his residence, he found that the young master's frailty had become severe.
Who can be more scheming than whom?
Thirty thousand miles of beautiful scenery, but only for one sword to appear and one person to dance.
When the mountains collapsed and the seas dried up, they saw a man lying quietly on the snow, stained with blood.
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I still remember the shadows of plum blossoms on the cold sand and the fragrance of wine in the light snow that year.
The cool breeze, the bright moon, the pine trees, and the pond stream make a pot of tea that is perfect for your heart.
Rong Ziqing said calmly: "Since you are from the south of the Yangtze River, you must also know the rules of drinking tea."
Xiang Wanheng smiled, flew up, grabbed the jade cup when he wasn't prepared, and raised his white sleeves to fly.
"I know this tea..." He took the other person's hand casually, "I have to drink from it."
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