Who called Nalan and his cousin Sunset down the stairs? Holding a censer, he turned and stood in front of the stage with a smile. Always speechless and reluctant. There is no evidence to write a book. Don't talk about lovesickness, it's too late to persuade Yi Hong to get drunk.

Naran and Lu, who read the cool west wind alone. The rustling yellow leaves closed the window. Meditate on the past. After waking up, I fell asleep, and the gambling books were fragrant. Happiness will not last long.

Nalan and Shen Wan have worked hard, and the most pitiful thing is the sky and the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are lost. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. It's easy to die without that kind of fate. The swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I finally rested, and the spring shrub recognized the amphibious butterfly.