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At that time, the world was tilted, at that time, the stars and frost were changing, at that time, the blood stained the gold and cut off the red silk ribbons, at that time, the golden years were drunk with the bright moon, and in a blink of an eye, the swallows passed by, a curtain of late autumn, and the tragic song was not yet complete.
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If I met you in this life, it was because the spring breeze of that year forgot to cover up our breath, so that in the vast sea of people, I had to turn around and look back at you with enlightenment.
Then let me remember you, from the young man to the old man with white hair, every yesterday is more distinct than today, just like the inkstone on the end of the inkstone, the pen on the rice paper, the long splendid scroll spread out on the red sandalwood table, and every stroke of pen, the black and white words are vivid and vivid.
The days spent with you in this life are joyful songs, clear lyrics, a piece of music played on the piano between the blue waves of the willows, and every note is a peach blossom.
And after I say goodbye to you, the new poems written by grass are filled with sadness in my bones.
From now on, who will accompany me? I will send you messages from far away across the galaxy, ringing and drumming every year.
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Who was planning the battle of Jingnan? A hero in troubled times, who will pay for his deep frown and infatuated smile? Who can balance royal grievances, filial piety, love and hatred? It's hard to understand love and hate. Who can share the bright moon? This mighty wind, the splendid world, the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, and the demonic fire in the palace, have been passed by each other, but in the end, they are no match for the beloved, who smiles all over the city.
Let's look behind the veil of history in the world of war, and see the nameless princess of the Ming Dynasty, who lived a young and beautiful life.
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Because I don't like impatient writing, the beginning of this article is a little more elaborate, but as the article unfolds, it will gradually become sadistic. Also, because I am slow by nature, I cannot write rich and romantic words. I like ambiguous and forbearing emotions, and the gentleness of flowing water, so I don't want to sleep on the bed. Even if there is a plot, it must be carved with beautiful spring and autumn brushwork. Please understand, readers. If by chance it suits your taste, please support it. Your attention is the biggest motivation for my writing. Thank you!
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To promote my new article, it was originally called "Canghai Changge". Due to some reasons that made me depressed, it is now called "Emperor Phoenix". I'm crying. If you don't like it, just pretend you haven't seen this name.
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Thanks for your hard work Nika, I love you.
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Reader comments
One person said, "It's raining heavily outside, and you didn't bring an umbrella. How about I lend you some clothes?" I stopped, pursed my lips, and turned around. The dark hall seemed to suddenly light up. In the rain and wind, He Lanyou came slowly and slowly dressed in light clothes. She wore a silver robe and a golden crown, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a warm smile that seemed to be wiped out in the blink of an eye. This late night in the palace city was miserable and rainy, but the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. But I know that it is better to believe in his smile than to believe in my father's promise. He looked at me with a smile and shook his sleeves with a gentle voice: "Guang Ling is made of fine material, mixed with snow-capped mountain silk. It is not stained by dirt and is not afraid of water and fire. It is worth 750 guan per horse, which is equivalent to the salary of ten seventh-rank officials." These words were vaguely spoken by a young man undressing in front of the Xiang Palace.
My boy, He Lanyou
There are two male protagonists in Yan Qingtian, and they are real bones under the dark river.
Woo woo woo (┯_┯)
She? Does she love Mu Nan again? ? ? I like He Lanyou and think he is so pitiful. . .
I read this book a long time ago, but I abandoned it because of the first person narration at the beginning. I don't know why, but first person feels so annoying!
One person said, "It's raining heavily outside, and you didn't bring an umbrella. How about I lend you some clothes?" I stopped, pursed my lips, and turned around. The dark hall seemed to suddenly light up. In the rain and wind, He Lanyou came slowly and slowly dressed in light clothes. She wore a silver robe and a golden crown, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a warm smile that seemed to be wiped out in the blink of an eye. This late night in the palace city was miserable and rainy, but the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. But I know that it is better to believe in his smile than to believe in my father's promise. He looked at me with a smile and shook his sleeves with a gentle voice: "Guang Ling is made of fine material, mixed with snow-capped mountain silk. It is not stained by dirt and is not afraid of water and fire. It is worth 750 guan per horse, which is equivalent to the salary of ten seventh-rank officials." These words were vaguely spoken by a young man undressing in front of the Xiang Palace. My boy, He Lanyou
There are two male protagonists in Yan Qingtian, and they are real bones under the dark river. Woo woo woo (┯_┯)
She? Does she love Mu Nan again? ? ? I like He Lanyou and think he is so pitiful. . .
I read this book a long time ago, but I abandoned it because of the first person narration at the beginning. I don't know why, but first person feels so annoying!