"Ask the lotus root, how many threads there are, and for whom does the lotus heart suffer?
The two flowers are tenderly facing each other, they are just children of the old family.
God has promised it, but it is not taught. How can we live and die in Yuanyangpu?
The sunset is speechless.
Even in the smoke of thanking the guests, on the Xiangfei River, it was not the place where the heart was broken.
The dream of Xiang Lian, fortunately, the Ganoderma lucidum dew. The world admires the present and the past.
Love is there even when seas and rocks die, and hatred is not buried in the loess.
The acacia tree has a fleeting year, and is mistaken by the west wind for no reason.
Lanzhou Shao live.
I'm afraid that I'll come back again after drinking, my red clothes are half off, and I'll be lying in a mess in the wind and rain."
Looking at these words, Zijin seemed to be able to imagine the desolate and sad back of the third prince when he was dancing with his sword and carving these words.
And his face was resolute and determined to die for love.
Zijin couldn't help but look up at the sky:
"This love has been promised by God, but who caused this fate of 'baitou life and death in Yuanyangpu'?
Who is it? Who is it?”
Tears burst out with each roar.
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Zijin returned to the third prince's residence in confusion.
Not a single palace maid or eunuch was seen along the way.
Zijin held the silk handkerchief in his hand and walked into the study step by step.
In the study room, Yang Guibin is sitting upright behind the desk, holding a scroll tightly with both hands.
Seeing Yang Guibin here, Zijin seemed to have expected it all along.
But Zijin did not salute.
He just stood at the door, looking at Yang Guibin with tears in his eyes.
"Master, Zijin is back!"
Ding Xiang looked at Zijin, then turned to look at Yang Guibin who was looking at the scroll in a trance, and whispered.
"Slave, I have seen you, Master!" Zijin choked back the grief and anger in his heart and said.
"This...this scroll was written by you?"
Without raising her head, Yang Guifei grabbed the scroll on the desk and threw it at Zijin's face.
"This slave did it on the day of the general election!"
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