Xiaoxiao Muyu, the proud men of the world choose six factions.
High in the temple, flying fox ministers rule the nine states.
The hanging eaves and raised corners of Wan Shu Fang are filled with customers in coarse linen and blue shirts.
The world thinks he is a traitor, but the reason is deep love.
I am also a suave young man, walking among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches my body.
Unfortunately, he brushed off his clothes and left, ruthless but stealing his heart.
If you don't care about government affairs and there are many storms in the temple, it is better to go looking for jade.
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. Ten years is too long, and I don't want to waste it. If he is like running water, I am willing to be like a falling flower, turn around and let him go.
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