In the 22nd year of Ningyuan, during the time of Sophora Preface, it was the festival of begging for skill, and the sun was scorching hot.
A beautiful smile and beautiful eyes. At that time, Jiang's young master met Mo Li in the dimly lit area of the upper city.
I saw how charming the green hills were, and I expected that the green hills should be so when they saw me. When love is determined, it is April in the world and all the peach blossoms are fragrant. It's just scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.
Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. The destiny of the young general is to gallop on the battlefield, defend the country and the people, and regain the territory.
Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo. Even if the young general was braver when leaving the rope, he could not escape the crushing force of fate. In the end, only the old mountain alliance was left, and from now on, life and death were uncertain, without thinking and unforgettable.
"As a gift to Jun Jasmine, please don't leave me. If I give you Jasmine to you, please don't leave me. Then Mo Li would like to give this to you at the beginning of the Sophora Festival every year."
Intention: Give Jun Moli, please Jun Moli