Fortunately, she was redeemed from the brothel, and he hurried from the south to congratulate his grandmother on her birthday.
The two people, who had nothing to do with each other, became connected from the fragrance of cinnamon in the early autumn.
Zhou Yunian claimed that he had prostituted all over the south of the Yangtze River and was worthy of being the number one dandy.
Tao Ge secretly scolded the loser but not the loser. My mother, Zeng, could barely be considered a brothel flower.
He laughed and called her vulgar, but he never forgot her.
I thought that by chance, my relationship with her would not last more than three months.
But before setting off, he still pretended to be careless and asked her: Do you want to go back to Jiangnan with me to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake and broaden your horizons?
She knew in her heart that she had too many entanglements with him and that a noble family would not tolerate her. She reunited in a place where singing birds danced with fireworks and had fun. She resented it, but she couldn't bear it.
Thousands of dollars are spent just for the beauty's smile, and the pipa's shocking music returns to the heart.
The fragrance of cinnamon is faint, and the moon in the sky is as clear as the first day.
The water is sparkling, and lovers finally get married.
Intent: A light-hearted romance novel