This article is also called "A Ling"
On their wedding night, Qiu Ling, who was wearing a red wedding robe, was bound by fairy ropes and could not move.
The initiator was Lin Nian, who had just become a Taoist couple with him.
He didn't panic, stretched his hands and feet slightly, and listened to Lin Nian in front of him recounting his crimes one by one.
The burning wedding candle exploded into a lantern. The night was already deep, and the people in front of her had not noticed that Qiu Ling had lost her last bit of patience.
The hand clasped behind the chair quietly performed the magic trick.
A strange force came from behind Lin Nian, and before he could react, he fell into Qiu Ling's arms.
A pair of hands wrapped around her waist to prevent her from falling. She raised her head and looked into someone's smiling eyes, with passion surging in her eyes. A gentle voice passed through her ears, "Nian Nian, don't you think that just tying a fairy rope can suppress me?"
The rain is like a cloud, the beauty is beautiful and the temples are frosty, and the acacia tree is spreading again. Things are harmonious, meaning is sufficient. The spring warmth in the bridal chamber is as warm as jade.
On this day, it rained all night in Tianying Mountain and stopped at dawn. Outside the window, in the mist and rain, the grass and trees are lush, and the orchids she planted with her own hands are blooming in full bloom.
Purpose: The correct way to identify rumors-on-the-spot investigation