Meeting him in his ignorant years was Xianque's most beautiful and luxurious dream.
And meeting him when she first entered the world and didn't understand the world was the luck of her life.
There is a sound in the south, and there is a blue tower in the north.
The Mingjiang River flows north and south, and boating is a source of worry.
The valley is full of faint sounds, and the feathers and feathers shape the tomb of flowers.
Liang Jin smiled lightly and held the bird as a way of communication.
"Ling'er, are you cold?"
The pale candlelight shattered, still reflecting the beauty at that time, but now her hands are withered and white, and she can no longer wear the green bluestone chain, and can no longer hold the blue silk knot.
Arriving in the clear moonlight, she wondered when he would become famous there and come to pick her up earlier to keep him company.
Bai Xian Que tightly wrapped her white shirt around her body and smiled suddenly.
She thought that Yin Jue Valley was too big and too cold.
This is just an ordinary story about Jianghu.