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The daughter who traveled to the Prime Minister's Mansion couldn't sleep every night. He lifted up his skirt, rolled up his sleeves, and slipped over the wall. I thought that people in ancient times had fallen asleep, but I didn't expect that there was still a place with bright lights... The green tiles and brackets, the green bamboos and the orchids seem to be peaceful and peaceful; the cinnabar candle cages and screens protect it, but there is a murderous intention hidden inside. In the dark night, the tea boy turned into a cold-blooded poisonous dragon? The moon is full and the clouds are full. Can the fate of the past and present survive the baptism of the silver light and cold arrow under the bamboo? Sleepless House... When she said these three words, the day of heavy rain in her dream appeared in front of her eyes. The rain was red, and the water on the ground was also red. When the rain hit the blood-red water, some merged into the water, and some bloomed blood-red lotus flowers on the water. Her eyes shed tears of blood, which fell from her cheeks, wetted her clothes, and dripped onto his cheek. The blood was mixed with the rain, and the vision was blurry, but it was as if he could see his long sleeves fluttering and his faint smile; thunder roared in the sky, and who was screaming in sorrow and echoing in the ears? The memories played back slowly like a movie, beautiful like an edited and incomplete movie. That was all, she closed her eyes quietly. When will I listen to Jun Xiao's poignant song again: "People are sleepless, and the beauty is constantly dreaming of Xiaoxiang, and the pearl curtain of heaven and earth is rippled. The night is like drunkenness, the white sleeves are covered with light, and half the building is torn apart by mist and rain. The clothes and shoes are beautiful in the world of mortals, and I sleep with you in blood and tears." If you weren't still by my side, maybe everything would be a dream. Sleeping with you, I can't sleep. ． ．