A young girl named Juruo, with a divinely keen sense of smell, can distinguish every flavor. People say she is possessed by a ghost;
The young master of the Yan family has suffered from a brain illness since childhood, enduring unbearable pain that only the scent of fragrance can ease;
Jianjia of the Sha people, a beauty who could bring a kingdom to its knees, entered the palace as a eunuch to avenge her country's humiliation and her family's murder;
The master of the Wuyu Sword stabbed his wife to death. Heartbroken, he has spent years searching for his wife's spirit;
One day, when the red spider lilies bloom, a girl reborn into this life awakens the spirits lying dormant;
One day, when the coral flowers of the Miao Kingdom bloom???? Zheng?? Dou lips? world?
The blue sky, the yellow earth, the west wind blows hard, and wild geese fly south from the north. Who has stained the frost-covered woods with dawn's drunken red? It is always the tears of those parting.
Transformed into the starlight of the western heavens, this is the end of your cycle of reincarnation
From the stillness of death to eternal life, how much time has flowed through the hourglass?
You gaze at my face in my next life from the banks of the River of Three Crossings
I planted a mandala flower, sinking memories of my past life into the depths
How many partings must it take to kindle the flames in the branches of the parasol tree?
How many five-hundred-year spans have I wandered through this mortal world?
When the mandala flowers bloom, who can still remember the past?
Who fulfilled whose tribulation, and who became whose obsession?
Theme:
Man Tingfang ——For Yan Dage again, he takes the crown and covers the capital, but his private life is haggard. The cuckoos are covered with snow, the sharks are leaving their pearls, and the golden people are dripping with copper camels. Traveling far away from home and country, the dusk rain brings smoke. Why are they scattered all over the ground, the grass is withered and the orchids are withered, and the flowers are hard to find. Thinking about the past, the immortal offered medicine and secretly replaced Han Xiang. Every year, like swallows, they drift across the vast sea and come to repair rafters. In the west, there is a wild goose jam, and in the east, there is a dragon abyss. Looking back at the tired guests in Beijing, I can't bear to listen to them, and they are in a hurry to manage the complicated strings. When you climb the stairs, the setting sun shines down, and you see an old country.
But for your sake, I have been pondering it till now
Well, I went traveling for more than a month. I'm back and I'm surprised to see so many comments
Why is there no update?!!!!!!!!!!!
I will continue to work hard and stubbornly to bring them together as a couple sparse shadow ——The great mourning of Dai Yan Chutian is easy to fade. Blowing in the air breaks the clear bamboo flute and knocks the golden drum into pieces. Ruthless wildfires burned all over the grass, leaving countless barren graves. Xunxiang has been exhausted with the expedition. Listen to the west wind and chant Luo Fu sadly. The hero is left, confused and filled with all kinds of emotions, drawing his sword and looking around. The green hair on the temples turns to frost at the flick of a finger, which is a sign of deep sorrow and deep love. The former alliance that bites the arm, the old dream of ice and snow, is lingered by the cold fragrance. I don't care where the medicine-gathering immortal is now. I am so sick of lovesickness. The ripples are moving, and whoever comes from the waves is wrong.
I admit that I just desperately wanted to make them a couple. Sparse shadow ——The great mourning of Dai Yan Farewell to the dead soul. Blowing in the air breaks the clear bamboo flute and knocks the golden drum into pieces. Ruthless wildfires burned all over the grass and left countless graves in the vast wilderness. The fragrance of Xunxun has disappeared with the ice and snow, and the road to Taoyuan is the road to Wangchuan. Teach the hero, full of emotions, draw your sword and look around. The green hair on the temples is as green as snow at the flick of a finger, which is a sign of deep sorrow and deep love. The old alliance with the devouring arm, the old covenant with the white head, and the jealousy of God together. I don't care whether the Immortal who worships the medicine is here now. I am so sick of lovesickness. When spring comes, swallows carrying mud in their mouths only shadow the Chu sky and it becomes dusk.
Sparse shadow ——Calling the soul of Ms. Chen Cold fragrance darkness. Is it rouge on the stone or clear dew on the flower? The Dongting is misty, with lingering socks and lingering waves, and sorrow knotted with dragon beads and condensed mist. The flowers are like dream water flowing eastward. Who can speak to me if I ask about Shu Kuang? After suffering all the hardships, my bright wrists cling to the wind and moon, and my deep kindness is all lost. Traveling to all corners of the world, there is still a soul that has not been summoned. Where is the home? Half a lifetime of duckweed, one night of cold rain, hastened the famous flowers to dust. The anointed blood is refined into the incense of rebirth, which can be exchanged for a beautiful glance. Spring has come again, the swallows have returned, and the mountains and rivers are drizzled with light rain.
After that unforgettable period, seeing Xiaoyan's attitude towards Xiaobai, it really felt a bit strange...
How did Yan University become completely different? The dragon ball was eaten by him again? Or is it possessed by an evil spirit?
Well, it turns out that the future Lord of Time City is a semi-male sandman in this life. Also, isn't Yunxuan Zhang Sixin's father? Why did he become his in-laws again? Isn't Mingzhu's future wife's nickname Meier? Why did she suddenly become Yu'er?