The sky is covered with mist and snow.
Although it is winter, the sun is nice. The ice was originally transparent, but it poured out a variety of colors.
The people in the palace were busy, walking and walking. Turning around the palace gate, it's spring.
Red walls, black tiles, beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings. Opening the curtain of the East Palace, what comes into view is the tall and straight young man practicing swordsmanship.
The strength is like a garden bamboo, and the body shape is like a pine tree.
Hold your breath and concentrate, and approach lightly.
The young man turned his head slightly, and saw that it was more dazzling than the ice hanging on the eaves of the south wall.
The peach blossoms reflect the snow on the pears, and the moonlight and eyebrows are frosted.
A little vermilion between her eyebrows, a handful of clear snow on her shoulders.
The vermilion burns through the winter.
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Between the courtyard and the small courtyard, the green color spreads between the sky and the earth.
As if isolated from the world, the host got up early to farm and returned home under the moonlight.
No one warms the kang, but I am happy where I am.
I dreamed of living in the deep forest for a long time, but God failed to fulfill my wish.
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"Master Shen, what are you watching me do?"
"Weighing."
"Weighing what?"
"How much does your sincerity towards me cost?"
The deposed prince was attacked by officials from both sides
In the early stage, he was extremely innocent; in the later stage, he was a crazy and cool shou × he thought he was humorous but was actually quite cold and serious.
Intention: It's so difficult for the prince
