The golden wind and the sunny day, the quiet and beautiful campus, wearing a cheongsam into a painting vase, intoxicated Qi Xuan's eyes.
How can a tall, rich, handsome and handsome man condescend to stand in front of the few? All because of wisdom, elegance, gentleness and virtuousness.
Qingqing I say love, lingering and full moon.
Unexpectedly, when discussing marriage, my uncle cut off the marriage. The interests of the family are above all else, forcing strangers into Qixuan.
Worry about women's grievances, weep all day long, unable to return to heaven.
Qixuan had nothing to do to resist the marriage, so he reluctantly crossed the sea. With wine as a companion, unwilling to reconcile, how many days and months, worrying and secretly calling: Darling, my darling! What do you want for money, power, why is love wrong?
Rather give up everything for true love, the words from the bottom of my heart are calling: "Wait for me, Sylvia!"
? The bright moon in a foreign country pursues the ancient road, and thousands of thoughts turn into arrows. Hurry up.
Surprised! I don't see Li Ying appearing on campus.
The barren hills and solitary mounds are very sad and cold, weeping and hurting the clear springs, mourning the barren mountains. The words I heard lingered in my ears, and they circled again and again: Speak of Qinghan, longing for sickness, and tears washing my face. People are thinner than yellow flowers, and they are always accompanied by the piano. Finally for the king, a ray of fragrance and soul scattered.
When the strong wind blows, the liver and intestines are broken, and he raises his head and screams and asks the blue sky: Who has the amorous son and daughter offended? What is the end of beating mandarin ducks with sticks?
The Golden Crow and the Jade Rabbit are busy shuttling back and forth, and the front edge of the ancient temple is lit with green lights. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com