The New Year's Eve is late, which is essentially nothing more than changing orders from morning to night.
Zhao Huazhang was a pitiful man, and he would be a pitiful ghost even after he died.
The life belongs to the white tiger, he is good at mountains and forests, and died in floods.
Let the goddess of Yandu pick it up to celebrate the birthday of Concubine Tian.
Put it in a box and send it to heaven.
The beloved son of the concubine, the White Tiger Divine Lord, has experienced thousands of peach blossoms.
All the gods and demons in the world are laughing.
Intention: Love and hate cannot change me, life is more beautiful than reason