The Most Beloved of the Prosperous Times: the Dandy Little Princess

The two partridges are caressed by the golden screen, but they are crossing slightly. When I look back, I am no longer a stranger to you. Leaning alone against the poor gate, another year the fragrance of plum blossoms is three-thirds, borrowing a wisp of soul, the beautiful palace comforts the loneliness, but the moss is covered with it, and the withered lamp leads the way. Even the paper books from the old year are so confused that the early spring is beautiful, the beauty in the golden house is charming, you and I are whispering, waiting for the country to put down your hands and talk to the end of the world. Suddenly, thunder shakes the sky and rain falls. The dream of the good old days wakes up after being startled. My eyes are filled with tears and it is hard to hide the tears. They are smeared with old rouge. It is similar to the blood of someone who has returned and the tears of those who have left. The long green hair is difficult to tie into a bun, and the hosta is covered with dust and is limp. How can a half-life of glitz come to the end of the world? How can we talk together? Whose family will you promise to? Whoever is stupid will become a lonely family! The waist is sunken and the temples are flawless. It suddenly dawned on me that those days were not old yet, the lingering love was not romantic, the grass, trees, streams and rivers were still long, the red candles and mandarin ducks and flower mirrors remained, how could the promise ever be broken? The present and the past are not what they were. I just sigh and weep to the east wind. My obsessions pile up and become illnesses. I once hoped for them, but who is looking for them in a hurry. It's so difficult now and then. I can only bear to have thousands of flowers blooming undefeated, so I'm in a panic. Who can't bear to be tired and walk away. When we first meet or part ways, we consider who will write the book, and spend all our time until your heart returns, without any regrets. When we parted and saw each other for the first time, the color of the skirt was washed again, and it was difficult to control myself. I knew that my lovesickness turned to ashes, and I let the melancholy linger in my bones. Once upon a time, Weiyang Changle smiled at her loneliness and said, stealing a cup and changing it to reflect the waning moon, but it was still the same, the oriole whispered, the mantis and lotus were tied together, confusing people's hearts. The beautiful shadows in neon clothes are a little cooler, but they are not as good as right. This mournful cry tells the story that humans and birds are similar and more haggard. What are the similarities? We fly together and wait for you to return. I am haggard and haggard several times. I am sad alone even if I don't even manage the branches. I would like to send this letter to Du Yu to express my feelings about autumn. You might as well recall it till now. The painted walls of the red door are covered with cold snow, as if you are just stepping through the west corridor. Wonderful sneak peek It's exam season again. Yun Moran was sitting alone on the second floor of the restaurant, holding a cup of herbal tea in his hand and unconsciously rubbing the side of the cup with his fingertips. Xian glanced around the street corner and saw a little book boy raising his head and looking around at the street scene. He was stunned for a moment. Jiujiu? A chuckle, full of mockery. He raised his hand and drank the tea in one gulp, his eyes seemed like stars shattered on the ground, sinking into the thick ink without knowing the bottom. The tea cup was placed heavily on the table, accompanied by a vague sentence: "It's boring, what are you thinking about?" I was unexpectedly tapped on the shoulder, and when I raised my eyes, I saw it was Gu Jiujiu. He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his eyebrows, as if he had been relieved of some burden. Sure enough, it was her. Listening to her relaxed tone, she couldn't help but follow her cheerful tone: "Come out and sit around for a while. Is it possible that Gu Jiujiu is trying to escape from the wife your father has hired for you?" Seeing her looking firmly at the cup in her hand, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Recalling the numerous warnings from his second sister-in-law in the past, if he saw her escaping and had to send her back, he coughed lightly and stretched out his hand to hold her restless little hand. Pushing the iced teapot in front of him towards her. But he saw her eyes looking through her towards the back table. When she looked back, she saw that it was Princess Changle. She saw her eyes following her and remained silent for a long time. He just picked up the porcelain cup filled with rice wine and raised his hand slightly: "Fate." He held the table with one hand and listened to her gentle words to Gu Jiujiu. I was a little irritated, so I got up. He touched Gu Jiujiu's little head, gave her the money for today's tea, and then turned to Princess Changle: "The second time I'm here is not a good reception. If we meet again by chance, I will treat the Princess well." One party was thinking about the Fengzhu Forest in the Imperial Master's Mansion, and with the approval of the two people in front of him, he walked away.