Mulan from the Fang family came through the heavy rain. Professor Liang, Brother Fang, I'm sorry, I don't recognize you. The magnolia blossoms are just waiting for the arrival of the ultimate boss, Chief Ming. The east is white, and Mulan wakes up under the first ray of sunlight. The person next to him was still asleep, and he held his hand, and his two sword eyebrows were relaxed and relaxed, unlike in his memory, which always had the faint word "Sichuan" folded between his eyebrows. She stood up on her elbows and kissed the corner of his lips, then the tip of his nose, and the beads of his ears... She moved, and was suddenly pulled into his arms. He also bit her earlobe and whispered softly: "Small and thin, as fine as dust, slowly and slowly become simple. "Mullan touched his face and said with a smile: "It's true, it's snowing outside." The first snow in 1949 came unexpectedly... It came from her sincere love for Commander Ming, and she finally decided to write a sweet love story. Using the background of All Quiet in Peking, the pretenders continue to move forward. . .
The new article is being serialized----The happy meeting in the Qing dynasty, Prince Fukang'an of the Qianlong Dynasty and the young lady Xiang Jian, the handsome man of Tianhuang nobles vs the arrogant and noisy little beauty
In the spring of the forty-first year of Qianlong's reign, when Jinchuan was at peace, Fukang returned to Beijing in peace, discussed his merits, and was awarded the title of third-class Jiayong male. It happens to be Fukang'an's birthday, and Mrs. Ayanjueluo is happy, which is the third happiness. A special banquet was given at the baron's residence. The magistrate of Baoding invited nine singers, who were good at performing barbarian dances from the Western Regions, to wish happiness and happiness to An An.
Xiangjian was twenty-eight years old. His skin was as good as snow, his almond-shaped eyes were trimmed with eyebrows, and his pear dimples were sunken, which overwhelmed all sentient beings.
Eight years later
The painter followed her intermittent description and began to paint. The shadows of the branches were slanted and the painted buildings were flying, but it was vaguely the waterside pavilion where he first met. Deep in the tower, there seemed to be a young man in brocade clothes standing with his hands behind his back, but his face was completely hidden...
When the painting was finished, Xiang Jian held the tea cup steady and said "very good".
Outside the window, the wind and snow were blurry, and the house was filled with the fragrance of tea. She rubbed Yuan Bao's head and said without any head or tail, "It also snowed in March of that year."
Concept: Minglou fan story
