The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Is it a love debt from a previous life, or a bad fate from this life? A loyal and brave general, a dandy, a romantic young master, a talented man of a generation, a wealthy young master, an important minister of the court... When did the entangled love end?
What kind of miracles would three 18-year-old girls of the 21st century create in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? What kind of sparks will the liberalism of the new century and the romantic feelings of the Tang Dynasty collide with?
It was raining and windy last night, and the wine was still lingering after a deep sleep. Ask the person behind the curtain to see if Begonia is still the same. Do you know, do you know, it should be green fat, red and thin. When I made up my mind to write this book, the wind was howling outside the window. However, this did not affect my inspiration, but added two points of passion for writing.
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