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The emperor's capital, Qing He, Taiping Xiao Gu and Yangliu don't cut and spread the fog.

At this time, the people in Beijing are at peace, and all the literati and poets are like termites fighting for caves, but they are trying to make a move on the eight streets and nine strangers in the capital, so it's hard to figure out how to spend some time on the vernal equinox. Jiuzhou Shenhua, just separated by a landscape, is already a self-supporting high-rise cloud, with its own singing and dancing. It's as if the green and yellow outside Zhu Bo's city gate are not affected by the epidemic, and they are all things from the sky, so it's not as good as the pear blossom and spring red in the alley.

When Brother Liu found Li Yanjin, he was teasing two old beggars. Fish, turtles, birds and bees, I'm afraid their home is a collection of exotic birds and animals all over the world, and they love to tease. However, since it has already occupied the title of Senluo Vientiane, it is better to keep a low profile in the future, but it happened that there is such a number one childe who likes to tease beggars.

At this moment, Li Yanjin is sprawled in the alley, just like lying on the bed of the imperial concubine carved with golden flowers in his room. She is very comfortable, and she is totally not afraid of being defiled by the newly carved silk robe of Shu Jin. As for the pole painting fan in his hand, it was not attracting the wind. He was holding the ingot gold ingot firmly in front of the kneeling beggar and waved it up and down, dragging their eyes and beads to shake it up and down.

"Smell it, is it fragrant?" Li Yanjin is so ... < P > above.