When everyone gathered in Xingqing Palace to celebrate Yang Yuhuan's birthday, and when the beauties in the harem were surrounded by the emperor to enjoy the peace of the Tang Dynasty, no one remembered the remote corner of the palace, nor did anyone think of the lovely person who was once glorious and always calm and delicate, and thought of the heart-wrenching love that was so calm that it was so solemn that it was so calm that it was so sore that it was so depressing that it was so depressing that it was so desolate that it was so melancholy that it was so calm that it was so depressing that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that it was so melancholy that
I have never seen Yang Yuhuan, who made her fall out of favor, and I don't want to see her either, but I don't believe she is more beautiful than Aunt Mei.
Aunt Mei’s slender and elegant, quiet and elegant, from ancient times to the present, I have never found a second person. I don’t know why there are still people in this world who will hurt her cruelly
Looking at the brightly lit and lively atmosphere in Xingqing Palace, and looking at the heavy evening curtains in Shangyang Palace, I couldn't help but smile gently
At this moment, I couldn't help but understand why Aunt Mei could walk past the emperor gently. She was an elegant plum blossom and could not stand the hustle and bustle of the mortal world.
Walking into Shangyang Palace, there was no light, but I could smell it that it was Aunt Mei’s residence
Aunt Mei loves plum very much, even better than Yijun, who also loves plums.
No matter where she lives, there are plum trees everywhere. Whenever the plum blossoms bloom, the noble petals and elegant fragrance fill her entire space
Those tiny elves seemed to like their masters, like this quiet fairyland, surrounded Shangyang Palace, and stay away from the vainness of the world.
Aunt Mei is not only beautiful but also has easy access to poetry and songs. When she was still in Jiangnan, she was a talented woman all over the world, which attracted countless talented literary masters to visit.
Her gracefulness and aloofness are just like her name, it is the winter cold plum blossom
She likes tranquility and likes to recite poems and paintings alone. Only in the poem, there is no dust from mortals. She is a dreamlike elf, a dream-seeking elf.
I also know that she is very good at musical instruments and singing, and she became a soulmate with the emperor because of this.
I have heard Aunt Mei play the pipa, but I have never seen her Jinghong Dance. But I believe that her Jinghong Dance must be a hundred times better than Yang Yuhuan's colorful song.
There is no communication here, nor does the palace maids hold a banquet, there are only plum trees, plum blossoms, and a little faint flame in the hut
Aunt Mei is still as beautiful as ten years ago, and as happy as ten years ago, as if she had never experienced any ups and downs, but was just a person who quietly looked down on the changes of the world.
She sat in front of several tables, quietly looking at the fragrant Meilin outside the window, and sometimes lowered her head and wrote something. Her focused expression seemed to be like the words she wrote in her pen were not words, but musical notes of her life.
I don't know if she is used to loneliness or enjoy loneliness, but just looking at the beautiful figure, I feel a cold feeling in my heart
Many times, I think I can't understand her, or everyone in this world can't understand her, she is the only one who can understand her.
She did not show much surprise to my arrival, as if this had been as expected by her, and perhaps she had no longer cared about anything in this world, including herself.
When she turned around, I suddenly realized that she had changed. Many of the things I wanted to say to her could never say anything else.
Her appearance is just the same as before, but I clearly feel that she is no longer the same as before.
In the past, she was graceful, elegant, quiet and elegant. Although she rarely spoke, her every move could show her tenderness and kindness. Now, what I feel is an indescribable indifference
Listening to the lively voices over Xingqing Palace, I suddenly realized what made her become like this. No matter how beautiful a woman is or how smart a woman is, she is still a woman after all.
Maybe she is not the only one who understands her in this world, but also Li Longji, who was more than ten years ago.
Under the plum blossom tree, enjoy the flowers and write poems; in front of the calyx building, the geese dance
That was the happiest time she once was
The two strange flowers in the palace are like a plum blossom, elegant and noble; Yang Yuhuan is like a peony, plump and delicate
The two of them are elegant, quiet and moving, forming a sharp contrast, which is also the most moving scenery in the palace.
However, Mei Fei is Mei. Mei's incarnation makes her disdain for her children's small ways of fighting for favor. The love she wants is the love in her poem, not the fragment of pity. When Li Longji, who once devoted herself to her, she was disappointed
At the same time, facing the self-admiration and elegant and noble Concubine Mei, Li Longji has been greatly excited, and the sudden appearance of Yang Yuhuan is charming under his plump body, and the lively youth under his expression is like a hot fire that teases him who is nearly twilight and unwilling to age.
So everything became nature after that
When she took the initiative to move to Shangyang Palace, she also cried secretly. It was not that she was inferior, but that her dream was completely shattered.
Those tears are more than one or two? Love cannot be relied on, and color cannot be relied on.
After that, she stopped crying, people had to live, and people had to support themselves
Aunt Mei didn't say much because she could see that I was doing well
When I walked out of Shangyang Palace where plum trees lingered, I felt like I had lost something
Back to Jianning Palace, it was already very late at night. Except for the guards, everyone else had already fallen asleep.
I crawled into Liu Qingying's quilt again and vented my depression in her body.
The journey from Jinling to Chang'an, under my semi-force, she gradually accepted the fact that she became my woman from her heart. My reckless behavior towards her made her unable to escape
The moment the man lifted her quilt and got into her quilt, she knew that there would be a storm next.
As the man's invasion intensified, she seemed to feel the strangeness of the man. He was not as gentle as usual at the moment, but instead had a faint sense of rudeness.
She didn't know what was going on, but just twisted her body to use her body to dissolve everything in his heart
Feeling the jq that the jade man under me has never revealed before, an evil thought arose in my heart
Cui'er was broken by me on the boat, so she often served me with Wuxia. Even Tianxiang reconciled her to sleep with me occasionally, but Qingying and Yijun, they always hid me in the deepest part of their hearts, for fear of being discovered by others. Although it was an open secret, they were still so careful.
You...what are you doing?
Seeing the man holding himself naked away from the embroidery couch and walking straight out of the door, Liu Qingying couldn't help but feel shocked and asked in a trembling voice.
Baby, let's sleep with Yijun tonight
Although I was talking, I didn't stop
No, no, Ah...
Before she could finish her words, a strong stimulation made her stop suddenly
Looking at the sisters lying on the same bed, I couldn't help but swallow a heavy saliva. Finally, I couldn't help but climb onto the bed, pressing them under my body, and playing around with them.
I have never seen Yang Yuhuan, who made her fall out of favor, and I don't want to see her either, but I don't believe she is more beautiful than Aunt Mei.
Aunt Mei’s slender and elegant, quiet and elegant, from ancient times to the present, I have never found a second person. I don’t know why there are still people in this world who will hurt her cruelly
Looking at the brightly lit and lively atmosphere in Xingqing Palace, and looking at the heavy evening curtains in Shangyang Palace, I couldn't help but smile gently
At this moment, I couldn't help but understand why Aunt Mei could walk past the emperor gently. She was an elegant plum blossom and could not stand the hustle and bustle of the mortal world.
Walking into Shangyang Palace, there was no light, but I could smell it that it was Aunt Mei’s residence
Aunt Mei loves plum very much, even better than Yijun, who also loves plums.
No matter where she lives, there are plum trees everywhere. Whenever the plum blossoms bloom, the noble petals and elegant fragrance fill her entire space
Those tiny elves seemed to like their masters, like this quiet fairyland, surrounded Shangyang Palace, and stay away from the vainness of the world.
Aunt Mei is not only beautiful but also has easy access to poetry and songs. When she was still in Jiangnan, she was a talented woman all over the world, which attracted countless talented literary masters to visit.
Her gracefulness and aloofness are just like her name, it is the winter cold plum blossom
She likes tranquility and likes to recite poems and paintings alone. Only in the poem, there is no dust from mortals. She is a dreamlike elf, a dream-seeking elf.
I also know that she is very good at musical instruments and singing, and she became a soulmate with the emperor because of this.
I have heard Aunt Mei play the pipa, but I have never seen her Jinghong Dance. But I believe that her Jinghong Dance must be a hundred times better than Yang Yuhuan's colorful song.
There is no communication here, nor does the palace maids hold a banquet, there are only plum trees, plum blossoms, and a little faint flame in the hut
Aunt Mei is still as beautiful as ten years ago, and as happy as ten years ago, as if she had never experienced any ups and downs, but was just a person who quietly looked down on the changes of the world.
She sat in front of several tables, quietly looking at the fragrant Meilin outside the window, and sometimes lowered her head and wrote something. Her focused expression seemed to be like the words she wrote in her pen were not words, but musical notes of her life.
I don't know if she is used to loneliness or enjoy loneliness, but just looking at the beautiful figure, I feel a cold feeling in my heart
Many times, I think I can't understand her, or everyone in this world can't understand her, she is the only one who can understand her.
She did not show much surprise to my arrival, as if this had been as expected by her, and perhaps she had no longer cared about anything in this world, including herself.
When she turned around, I suddenly realized that she had changed. Many of the things I wanted to say to her could never say anything else.
Her appearance is just the same as before, but I clearly feel that she is no longer the same as before.
In the past, she was graceful, elegant, quiet and elegant. Although she rarely spoke, her every move could show her tenderness and kindness. Now, what I feel is an indescribable indifference
Listening to the lively voices over Xingqing Palace, I suddenly realized what made her become like this. No matter how beautiful a woman is or how smart a woman is, she is still a woman after all.
Maybe she is not the only one who understands her in this world, but also Li Longji, who was more than ten years ago.
Under the plum blossom tree, enjoy the flowers and write poems; in front of the calyx building, the geese dance
That was the happiest time she once was
The two strange flowers in the palace are like a plum blossom, elegant and noble; Yang Yuhuan is like a peony, plump and delicate
The two of them are elegant, quiet and moving, forming a sharp contrast, which is also the most moving scenery in the palace.
However, Mei Fei is Mei. Mei's incarnation makes her disdain for her children's small ways of fighting for favor. The love she wants is the love in her poem, not the fragment of pity. When Li Longji, who once devoted herself to her, she was disappointed
At the same time, facing the self-admiration and elegant and noble Concubine Mei, Li Longji has been greatly excited, and the sudden appearance of Yang Yuhuan is charming under his plump body, and the lively youth under his expression is like a hot fire that teases him who is nearly twilight and unwilling to age.
So everything became nature after that
When she took the initiative to move to Shangyang Palace, she also cried secretly. It was not that she was inferior, but that her dream was completely shattered.
Those tears are more than one or two? Love cannot be relied on, and color cannot be relied on.
After that, she stopped crying, people had to live, and people had to support themselves
Aunt Mei didn't say much because she could see that I was doing well
When I walked out of Shangyang Palace where plum trees lingered, I felt like I had lost something
Back to Jianning Palace, it was already very late at night. Except for the guards, everyone else had already fallen asleep.
I crawled into Liu Qingying's quilt again and vented my depression in her body.
The journey from Jinling to Chang'an, under my semi-force, she gradually accepted the fact that she became my woman from her heart. My reckless behavior towards her made her unable to escape
The moment the man lifted her quilt and got into her quilt, she knew that there would be a storm next.
As the man's invasion intensified, she seemed to feel the strangeness of the man. He was not as gentle as usual at the moment, but instead had a faint sense of rudeness.
She didn't know what was going on, but just twisted her body to use her body to dissolve everything in his heart
Feeling the jq that the jade man under me has never revealed before, an evil thought arose in my heart
Cui'er was broken by me on the boat, so she often served me with Wuxia. Even Tianxiang reconciled her to sleep with me occasionally, but Qingying and Yijun, they always hid me in the deepest part of their hearts, for fear of being discovered by others. Although it was an open secret, they were still so careful.
You...what are you doing?
Seeing the man holding himself naked away from the embroidery couch and walking straight out of the door, Liu Qingying couldn't help but feel shocked and asked in a trembling voice.
Baby, let's sleep with Yijun tonight
Although I was talking, I didn't stop
No, no, Ah...
Before she could finish her words, a strong stimulation made her stop suddenly
Looking at the sisters lying on the same bed, I couldn't help but swallow a heavy saliva. Finally, I couldn't help but climb onto the bed, pressing them under my body, and playing around with them.
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