Next to the peach blossom tree, Mingxu sat on the ground and leaned against the lush peach blossom tree, while Shoujing rested beside Mingxu, lovingly opening the Book of Songs and reading quietly.
"Look at Biqiao, the green bamboo Yiyi,
There are bandits and gentlemen who are as good at cutting as they are at discussing, as at polishing.
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There are bandits and gentlemen, and they cannot be ignored. "
"Isn't it me who you are talking about?" Mingxu, who was leaning against the tree, said after hearing this.
"What? You finally realized that you can't become a saint, so you have to learn to be a gentleman." Shou Jing said without even raising his eyes.
"Am I not a gentleman?"
"Not to mention, you are a woman, even if you are born a man, you are just a disciple." Hearing this, Shou Jing closed the Book of Songs in his hand and said.
"Well, I admit that I am indeed a deceiver." Mingxu said, caressing Shou Jing's soft and dark hair as soft as a waterfall.
This article tells the intimate life of an artistic woman who looks very artistic and an artistic woman who does not appear artistic. This article is slightly sweet.
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