Chapter 486 (2/2)

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night, and the Jade House banquet is drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all listed in the soil. Poor guangguangsheng has a door.

Therefore, parents all over the world are not willing to give birth to men and women.

There are blue clouds at the height of the Li palace, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow song and slow dance condense silk and bamboo, which is not enough for kings to see.

Yu Yang came agitated and broke the song of neon clothes and feather clothes.

Smoke and dust from the jiuzhong City que, thousands of horses to the southwest.

Cuihua swayed and stopped, leaving the capital gate more than a hundred miles west.

The six armies had no choice but to die in front of their horses.

There is no one to collect the mother of flowers, and the emerald and Canary scratch their heads.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it. He looked back at the flow of blood and tears.

Huang AI is scattered, the wind is rustling, the cloud stack lingers and climbs the sword Pavilion.

There are few people walking at the foot of Emei Mountain. The flags are dull and the sun is thin.

The rivers and mountains of Sichuan are green, and the Lord is in love day and night.

The palace sees the sad color of the moon, and the night rain hears the broken sound of the bell.

The sky twists and turns around the dragon. I hesitate here and can't go.

In the soil under Mawei slope, there is no dead place of Yuyan.

Kings and ministers look after each other, dip their clothes, look at the capital gate in the East, and believe in the return of horses.

After returning, the pond and garden are still the same, too liquid Hibiscus Weiyang willow.

Hibiscus is like a face and willow is like an eyebrow. How can we not cry about it.

Spring breeze and peach blossom bloom, autumn rain Wutong leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace. The steps are red with fallen leaves.

Pear garden disciple white hair new, pepper room a Jian Qing'e old.

In the evening hall, fireflies think quietly, and the lonely lights are not sleeping.

After a long night, the stars are ready to dawn.

The cold frost of mandarin duck tile is heavy, and the jade quilt is cold.

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to a dream.

Linqiong Taoist Hongdu guest can attract souls with sincerity.

In order to feel the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to look for them diligently.

Empty the controlling Qi, run like electricity, ascend to heaven and earth to seek the whole world.

On the poor green water, down the yellow spring, the two boundless places are missing.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.

The pavilions are exquisite and five clouds rise, among which there are many fairies.

One of the characters is too true. The snow flower looks different.

The West Wing of the Golden Pavilion knocks on the jade ridge and turns to teach Xiaoyu to report Shuangcheng.

Hearing of the emperor envoy of the Han family, the dream soul in the Jiuhua tent was startled.

Holding clothes and pushing pillows, the Pearl foil screen meanders open.

The cloud bun is half new to sleep, and the Corolla is not neat. Come down from the hall.

When the wind blows, the fairy's clothes are floating, just like the dance of neon clothes and feather clothes.