I was young and my clothes were thin. Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.
"A humble gentleman, as if he were plowing and polishing. Mr. Yu, I have long admired your great name."
* Lu Ziqi's emotional path was too smooth, and his only failure was General Xiao, who became famous at a young age. But in the end, he just said a few jokes to the suitor and succeeded in causing the young general to die thousands of miles away in Duguan Mountain.
I heard that General Xiao's blood was stained with yellow sand, and he did not return his body wrapped in horse leather.
* "Then what do you want?" He brushed away the fallen flowers on Yu Qingxing's shoulders, his eyebrows curved, "Only you want it, as long as I have it."
Yu Qingxing did not look back, "I want those who have made lasting contributions to the world no longer die in man-made disasters, and I want those who are treacherous and hypocritical to no longer sit high in the hall. Your Highness, can you do it?"
Yes, Yu Qingxing has a ghost who loves him.
Intention: What you love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled