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In June, the misty rain lake, the river waves are bright and beautiful, just like a woman with light makeup, with a faint different style.
A luxurious and elegant painting boat is quietly rippling on the misty rain lake, as if it were dissolved in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Suddenly, the sound of guzheng came from the painting boat, accompanied by the shallow singing of women.
"When is the moon in spring flowers? What do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. "
This song is not like the tune of ordinary singers.
Listen carefully, with a touch of sadness and sigh, and a trace of nostalgia.
"Jiang Xue, wait, Sister Huang will definitely come." In the original boat, a woman in a purple brocade dress held the hand of a man lying on the couch, whispering softly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Your majesty, that's not funny. The second prince traveled around. How can he arrive in time now? " The man on the sofa is pale, but he still doesn't hide his amazing appearance. His long hair is as white as snow, which makes him weak.
"Jiang Xue, I won't let you leave me." Hearing the man's words, the woman pulled Han Jiangxue's hand tighter. I am afraid that if I let go, I will lose. ...