There are ripples of blue waves, green willows, and people downstream of the oil-paper umbrellas; flying flowers are delicate and pink, and the mist forms a veil.
On a beautiful day, Jingchen, the prince of Jingguo, is looking at the red figure fluttering in the pond. How tragic is it that a noble lady from a noble family has been reduced to such a level that even a frog dares to bully her...
The belly of the green frog sitting on top of the man's head was bulging. The two-legged animal under his feet was so angry that he almost knocked the frog over, croaking, croaking, dissatisfied. JPG
Jingchen: The popping sound is so joyful, but it's because the audience is too small? Madam, could you please help me call more people?
Hearing the sound of frogs coming from above his head, Ji Qing was so ashamed and angry that he was really inferior to frogs.
Listen to this person speak again
Ji Qing: ... Sink directly to the bottom of the water
Jingchen: Where are the people?
Ji Qing underwater: Isn't the scenery beautiful? Isn't the husband handsome? God, why can't you just be lazy and let your nemesis rest for a while to enjoy the beautiful scenery? Ji Qing, who had been unlucky since childhood, wished he could take Pangu's sky-opening ax and strike the thief a hundred and eighty times to relieve his anger. And the guy on the shore is indeed more beautiful and poisonous. The lambskin is so tight. How could he not be struck by lightning and his true identity suddenly emerges?
God: He will continue to trick people...
Later,
Ji Qing: Words are like swords, and a man's heart is like a gangster's stone. He is very happy to speak to others.
Jingchen: My beautiful heart is even more beautiful. Little star, come to the pocket.
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