Bingyin of Ding Siyue, Lu Tiansong reined in his horse and slowly walked into the east gate of Chang'an. After a month of traveling day and night, he finally stood at the feet of the emperor in this late night.
Tian Song's eyes were dazzled by the fireworks in half the city. He dismounted and stood quietly, not moving for a long time. He couldn't believe that that person as pure as snow came from such a prosperous world.
"Next year's Dragon Boat Festival, come to Chang'an to find me, and I'll get drunk with you again..."
What gently brushed my ears was the man's drunken laughter. A face as drunk as the spring breeze, with beautiful eyebrows curved, looked towards him.
When he said this, Lu Tiansong did not expect that he would actually stand under this magnificent tower for a promise that was neither important nor important.
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