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Encounter (5)

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    Encounter (5)

    Roaming among the classic beauties with light makeup and heavy smears, look at her delicate and charming spring appearance, slender hands, and slim waist.  Take a sip of Biluoguanyin Luyu tea and a cup of daughter Maotai Liuling wine.  Fluttering.

    Tens of thousands of years ago, the woman who could make the city fall with a smile, and then the country with a smile, has been lost in the vicissitudes of history. Between the yellow paper and black and white words, she is eager to try, and the city and the country.

    Never thought that meeting him would make you¡ªthe woman crossing the river¡ªfeel secretly, and make eye contact with each other.  However, due to bad luck and ill-fated fate, he became a minister of the subjugated country; but you are willing to be a sharp knife, touching He Lu's surging heart with your slender hands, pouring his city and country.  Clear water and soup, the sea is wide and the sky is long, a flat boat with a leaf, and a row of mandarin ducks.  Dong Lei shakes, Xia Xue starts falling, and the sun returns again in the third watch.  If you don't have no edges on the mountain, you dare not break with the king!

    The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are like a few treasures; the sound of the piano is melodious, expressing the endless worries of a beautiful woman: her beauty may be unparalleled in the Three Kingdoms, but she abandoned her beautiful appearance for the world, and she was entertained at the knees of the country's thieves.  When Hu Qixiao made his head, the love she had met for a long time arrived as expected.  Three years of running around, countless times of disheveled hair, delicate pink, radiant face, but it is always like a dream at spring dawn.  In front of the Bailou City, a ray of setting sun appeared.  The blood of a hero flows down the tower, and the tears of a beauty wash away along her cheeks.  I thought that from now on, we could meet and grow old in the mountains and forests, but unexpectedly, seeing each other on the bridge is already a different way for humans and ghosts.  I can no longer remember your handsome face.  So under the setting sun, the Red Rabbit and BMW were born.  Fang Tian's heroic painting of a halberd, his slender and beautiful appearance, accompanied by the wild screams of the red rabbit, are in the hands of Wu Sheng.

    Sigh, even if you have a peerless beauty, there is still no pity in your dream; even if you are old, you are still a young lady wearing martial makeup.  Should be lucky for her.  Like her, the girl who is as delicate as her is like falling leaves and picking up flowers in the purple camp in the cold winter.  Chicken dawn reports, isolation clears leaks, wanders around at night countless times, and sleeps and eats restlessly for countless times.  Suddenly looking up, a magpie was dancing on the branch: Concubine Ming is married!  Like her face, she is like a fish and a wild goose, but she will not be favored by the king in the end, and a song of Nanhu hurts her heart.  The geese are thousands of miles away, and the word "Xiangjian" has an eternal appearance.

    The elegant dancing posture is like a phoenix descending to the earth; the beautiful beauty is like a fairy coming to the world.  The song of Nishang sang the heartache of the world; the drum of Yuyang shattered the charming dreams.  Because you love her, you disregard the king's morality; because you love him, you give up your chastity. If you love her, you will love her once, even if the country is broken;  Just like a crescent horse, he died before him.  On the ground are the emperors and concubines, whispering tens of thousands of times in the middle of the night; in the sky are the couples of immortals, misty pear blossoms and spring rain.  Love is like her¡ªI will never regret it from life to life, and I only hope that Erlang will come back.

    The declining dance steps and the peerless appearance came slowly from the long river of history.  The rainy alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, the vast sea of ??people, but I can never meet you again.  Unfortunately, unfortunately.  Unlucky!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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