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March is the season when peach blossoms bloom.
The spring rain has stopped, and there is a hint of humidity in the air. The silk and bamboo floating in the exquisite pavilions between the smoke and willow trees, wrapped in the singer's light singing and dancing, are more and more decadent against the backdrop of the wind and rain under the flower trees on both sides of the street.
A plain white hand gently rolled up the curtains and let the sunset shine into the already slightly dim room. The eyelash of the man who dozed off on the Hu bed trembled slightly, then he opened his eyes, looked at a golden cloud at the junction of heaven and earth with dark eyes, and stretched lazily: "Can't you let me lie down for a while ..."
The hall was extravagant, and the dancers in the hall were laughing and dancing wildly, staring at everyone.
Although Feng Ziyuan, the city guard of Ping Ling, still sat on one side with a smile, fine sweat was already beaded on his forehead. He stole a glance at the man flirting with Yan Shu, and when he saw that he was unhappy, he relaxed a little.
With the expansion of Jinxiu Dynasty, Ping Ling was placed under the military system of Zhennan Wang. This man named Ning Fei is one of the most capable men of Zhennan Wang, and he came to Ping Ling to recruit on behalf of Zhennan Wang. He tried his best to win the goodwill of the ambassador. If he was annoyed by a red singer, wouldn't it be worth the loss?
At the end of a song and dance, finely bead curtain clash, Ying Ying. ...