Qianqiu Suiyin·Autumn Night
Thick fog locks the city, lingering fragrance fills the courtyard, and the rustling wind blows the osmanthus tiredly. Purple smoke curls around the golden beast, and the jade box contains a treasure and a round fan. The bell rings late, a sudden rain appears, and the ink stone is cold.
Taste the royal fragrance and silk palace, thousands of scrolls are not as good as a piece of paper, and the jade belt and python robe are enviable. Passionateness is always misunderstood by ruthlessness, and we miss each other with high walls and empty eyes. After all, they are not the same. Liang Shangyan often sees each other.
This article involves bg, gl, cp is uncertain, all staff are tools, there are no good people, please read with caution.
Intention: If you ask for anything, it will be painful; if you don't ask for anything, it will be joy.