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The archway where my family helps people live is particularly majestic against the background of the green fields, overlooking everything below - when will the small blue flowers bloom in the stones? The stems are like platycodon, the leaves are like cypress, and the flowers are like small groups of wild flames in the swamp outside the village?

The time I am talking about is in the 28th year of Wanli, and the place is Suzhou City. When people talk about Suzhou, they first know about beauties and secondly, they know about silk embroidery. It seems that except for these two items, everything else is similar to the water network that crisscrosses the city. They are the same and nothing special - especially the water, which has long been smelly because everyone washes vegetables and flushes the toilet, so it is not allowed to be mentioned. Therefore, Suzhou is actually a stinky puddle wrapped in beauties and silk. And the beauties in Suzhou, when you strip off their silk, you will find that they are stinky, no different from the water in Suzhou, just the same.

Before daybreak and before the rooster crows, the deaf man started singing at the entrance of the alley. The deaf man was a shoe repairman, and his skills were said to be excellent, but he had a quirk and would never repair shoes for Portuguese people. Everyone says that the deaf are deaf, but the deaf say that they are all deaf...

When I was twenty-three years old, I died, and the mountains were covered with red snowy plum blossoms. My name is Tang Xiaolian, and I am a disciple of the Snow Sword Shrine - I have always insisted on this, even if I am the only one in the world who thinks so. When I was eight years old, I was taken to the Snow Sword Shrine. I remember that my great master wanted to kill me angrily because I was a descendant of the Demon Cult. My master protected me. The master was a man who didn't like to laugh and had many worries. At that time, he was only twenty-three years old. He knelt down and pulled my cloak up for me. It was very cold on the mountain. I smiled as brightly as a flower. He looked at my smile and relaxed his frown: "I'll take you to eat plum blossom cake." I nodded. Master took my hand and we walked into the heavy snow together. Just this holding of hands took away my life.

Shuoshan in Wanmei'an, the cliffs on Shuoshan, and the valley below the cliffs... It's so free! She listened to the wind singing in her ears. The plum blossoms in the bun flew away, 3,672 of them, not a single one missing. It's so freeing!

It starts with a scene and ends with a scene. If you go out thirteen steps and meet someone, fall in love with him.

If water is beautiful, it is because it holds beautiful flowers.

Every woman has at least one mirror, and we dress in front of it for different reasons. Everyone knows about Lechang's mirror, and the story has been passed down through the ages - but is it really a story? Nothing, buried in the ground with the mirror? Xiao Yu'er's Mirror - The queen who is destined to have a peach blossom, how do you feel when you look in the mirror and draw your eyebrows? Is she really as cowardly and incompetent as recorded in history books? The story of the red-flecked mirror has not yet begun - when she was combing her hair in the inn, the stalwart hero suddenly walked in, wasn't her heart suddenly moved? Are her little regrets because of the hero who ended up drifting overseas?

Tang Monk and monkeys are always mentioned in the dreams of this story, which seems a bit like a fantasy novel. Yes, even Stephen Chow himself would never dream of this. Therefore, the Tang Monk in the dream was not Li Qing. That was Xiao Nan herself, and the monkey was also her. The two of them, one was Xiao Nan who pursued happiness, and the other was Xiao Nan who was afraid of losing happiness. She continued to struggle like this, found a compromise between the two, and finally obtained the "true meaning of Buddhism."

She, the little palace mistress of the Lotus Palace, has to be a dutiful bride.

She is the niece of Cixi, the wife of Guangxu, and the mother-mother of Puyi. She is the marionette of countless people in the late Qing court - Yehenara Jingfen - the history of the late Qing Dynasty in the eyes of the last empress.

You have to love dancing and stick with it. Although it gives nothing back to you, it has no manuscripts that can be preserved, no paintings that can be hung on the walls of art galleries, and it will not be printed and sold like poetry. It has nothing. It only has a momentary feeling that makes you feel that you are still alive.

I was still young at that time and opened an inn in Yumenguan alone. At first, I opened a black shop, killing people and stealing goods, seeking wealth and killing people. Later, I stopped taking action personally and started helping others solve their problems. I call the inn "Ruyi Pavilion". People who want to kill people and people who know how to kill people can get satisfactory answers from me.

The night was cold and clear and cloudless. Under the dark blue sky, the National Center for the Performing Arts is brilliantly lit. Tonight is the last performance of "Swan Lake" of the National Ballet's autumn and winter season. Xia Tong, Chen Yan, everyone is here to see them today. The curtain opens, it's not Xia Tong! Like an echo, wave after wave. Soon the entire theater was filled with whispers. Where is Xia Tong? Why not Xia Tong? In the prologue, it was still Xia Tong! We are here to see Xia Tong! The murmurs of complaint grew into angry shouting. Everything on the stage seemed to have turned into white noise, and the shock and anger in the audience was the official program today. Where is Xia Tong? Where did she go?

One of the stories of Zhejianxuan. I, Qin Shu, am thirty-six years old. The fourteenth generation head of Zhejianxuan, he pretended to be serious all his life, but he actually smiled and shed a tear when he died. This drop fell on the newly made sword and became a tear trail. Later this sword was called the Blood Sword of Tears.

I am very old as a dog. I don't know how much more torture I can endure, especially when it's so close and so far away. I just want to know - since you reincarnated into the human world and came to see me, and since you named me Shanting, don't you have anything to say to me? Before I die and fall into hell, before I rack my brains to go to hell to see you again...

The neglected concubine met a music official by chance. Under his suggestion, she regained her love for opera and dance, but she was still not as good as the noble concubine. Many years later, the imperial concubine was stabbed to death. The emperor searched for her throughout the city, but she was determined to leave...

"In the vast grassland, I was riding a horse, and the rouge on the horse's back was as beautiful as the flowers; the flowers reflected the moon, the moon shone on the sand, and the songs in the sand missed my home..." In the days without her, everything was so blurry. Was Fu Chatao killed in battle, or was he crowned king? Is Li Mingxin a monk or married? Is Li Yunsheng's dream lost or realized? He is old. The only thing that hasn't changed is the poplar tree. The Uighurs say that the poplar tree will not die for a thousand years, will not fall for a thousand years after it is dead, and will not wither for a thousand years after falling. This is probably why Poplar euphratica trees are called to witness the love of their lives!

His mother was sent by others to frame his father. Then he was unjustly killed along with his father. His sister and adoptive parents died violently. He spent his whole life seeking revenge, but he didn't even figure out who his enemy was. He lost his identity, his memory, and the woman he loved deeply. All this is because some people are vying for the position of dominion over the world. Faced with a choice again, what will he choose?

Murong Duanyang, Wu Wanyun, and Jiang Xuerou, three women with different personalities came together. They killed their husbands, killed their teachers, beheaded the imperial officials, and snatched the Love-Breaking Sword and the Tears and Blood Sword. They were burdened with blood debts and became public enemies in the martial arts world, and everyone could kill them. Walking all the way to the seaside, they encountered many dangers and obstacles, but relying on the Love-Breaking Sword and the Tears and Blood Sword in their hands, and relying on their worry-free pride, they embarked on a bloody road.