The morning sun was rising, illuminating the pavilion. She turned around and saw a man coming on horseback. His military uniform was stained with dust, but his eyebrows were still as sharp as before.
He turned over and dismounted, strode towards her, stretched out his hand to hold her cold fingers, and raised his eyebrows to look into those clear eyes.
"Yun Zhi, should I call you Master Shen or Gu Erniang now?" He asked in a low voice with a smile in his eyes.
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Shen Jingan said at that time: "This brew is pure and mellow." The folding fan on the side suddenly folded up, knocking off his arm, and laughed and cursed, "Drink less."
There are specks of dust scattered around the farm, and there is a cup of old rice wine ready for drinking in the kitchen, waiting for the owner to visit. Behind the house is a two-acre peach blossom forest. There seems to be traces of buried objects. They have been dug up and wine bottles are scattered everywhere. Two generations of famous generals have sustained this legend, gone through bloody storms, and were ready to retire after success.
"Brother, I have tasted it for you. This wine is rich enough."
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The innocence of youth was gradually being worn away by the accumulation of time and space. At that time, she was full of hatred, looking at mountains instead of mountains, and looking at water instead of water. So I didn't realize that every time I laughed at Li Yunzhi's self-righteousness, I became more addicted. I followed the behavioral logic she guided, learned from her righteousness and justice, and briefly became a good medicine for Qin Geng.
But after all, it is still the most inconspicuous garden in the Qin Family's Forbidden City. Now it sticks to Huarong Road, but it is in response to the saying, "It turned out to be full of colorful flowers, like this, but they are all ruined."
Intention: Compete in troubled times, keep upright and upright