The sun is still twilight, and the sound of bells and drums has been heard for a long time. The remaining sunshine shines on the flying swallows, allowing the water to flow eastward.
In the deep palace of intrigues and intrigues, Li Jiangli was born in the Weiyang Palace with carved railings and jade walls along with the blue clouds gathering in the sky.
Under the moonlight in the dark night, above the green tiles and red eaves. The two little people sat side by side on the roof, counting the stars in the sky.
"Huaijin, here you go." A woman in her prime was wearing a hibiscus skirt with a tea-white pattern, her eyebrows were furrowed, her face was delicate, and the red silk ribbon on her head was moving in the wind.
The catkin-like hands hold two candy canes, one of them looks like a flowery girl, and the other looks like a handsome young man.
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How to redeem the barren wasteland of sacrifice, and how to pick up the broken beauty in your eyes.
"Your Majesty, I have nothing to say at this point. I am too crazy and ended up like this."
"Sister Huang..." Li Huaiyu wanted to hold her hand, but holding the snowflakes falling from the sky would only make it melt faster.
"I can't afford to be called the imperial sister. There is no such thing as Princess Jing'an. It's just a dream."
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Reading Guide
1. The male and female protagonists are not related by blood, and the female protagonist was brought secretly.
2. This article contains palace battles and machinations, and the protagonists are slowly growing up.
Fake princess who is cold on the outside but rogue on the inside x white prince black
Intention: When the flowers are in bloom, they must be folded. Don't wait until there are no flowers.
