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Her originally ordinary life became turbulent due to his appearance. The grudges between their predecessors, the hatred for destroying the country, and the feelings between them, how to choose between them. An extremely casual marriage, the fate of two people has been entangled ever since. "By the way, sir, I want to ask you. Do you love me?" "Not yet? Not yet." "Then you will definitely fall in love with me!" "If it were you, I'd wait and see." "Then you are willing to try?" "I don't want to." Dusk fell slightly. She leaned in his arms, played with the ends of his hair, and asked with a sneer, "Mr., Do you still remember what you said to me in Bauhinia Mountain?" "My husband doesn't remember." "My lord, how do you feel about slapping yourself in the face?" He chuckled softly a few times, looked into her eyes, and said fondly, "As long as it's you, it doesn't matter if you get slapped in the face."

There are five colors of phoenix: red is phoenix, green is luan, yellow is yuan chu, purple is yue zhuo, and white is swan. The stars change and the sea changes. Hundreds of years later, Qingluan, Feng, Quail, Bao and Honghu also gradually appeared in the world. However, thousands of years have passed, and the bird has not yet appeared in the world... He is the master of the Fusheng Pavilion, and he has been wandering around in this floating life for thousands of years. He also cut off his wings in anger, refused to become a god, and guarded the Book of Mountains and Seas alone, just to search for her who made the promise back then in the world. Traveling across three mountains and six seas, searching for all the wilderness, breaking through the Netherworld Division, stumbling and waiting in this world for thousands of years... He, who is in charge of the Book of Mountains and Seas, has heard different stories one after another. They are either twists and turns, thrilling, or unremarkable. Over the years, these stories were gradually recorded, forming this strange record of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Humans and immortals may have racial differences, but love does not... After thousands of years, their stories may have been nowhere to be investigated, but they once existed, and they also had their own joys, sorrows, and joys, and maybe they also had a different love story like us. In Fusheng Pavilion, each of them was given life. Borrowing the pen of the master of Fusheng Pavilion, their stories emerged one after another on the paper. Here, each of them may have their own unique story. Hush, please grab your little benches, the story here is about to begin... Using the pen as a guide, the Fusheng Pavilion opens. "The Buddha bell flowers have half fallen, and the green ghost fire appears. Why are you trapped?"

There are little plums outside the window, which look like picturesque features on her face. He wrote the painting and painted the beautiful rivers and mountains for her. She wields power over the government and the public, covers the sky with one hand, and enters the palace only for the supreme imperial power and her. Chen pours a stroke of beauty jealousy, and the flowers bloom on the other side of the world. However, if we meet under the bridge, I hope we will never meet you in the next life...