Yang Yan stared blankly at the unfinished framed Yi Que Jinmen in front of her. She didn't expect that she was so determined. She had been wrong about her for many years. "When the wind suddenly picks up, it blows a pool of spring water. I am leisurely walking in the fragrant path of mandarin ducks, stroking red apricot pistils with my hands. Douya leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches his head and falls. Looking at you all day long..." Those dragons and phoenixes are dancing, and the strong and muscular characters are about to fly out one by one and strangle his throat. He took a sip of strong wine, sneered, and fell asleep soundly in the sleepless spring night...
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