It is still known that the country is people-oriented, although there are many wars, but there is still a chance to live, such as today's unification, it is a fortunate thing, but Qin is in a hurry, the labor is heavy, Lishan, Afang Palace, want to shed the blood of the people in the world, the candle flame in this room, through the flow of air, and the light is uncertain, the window sill screen man is raised, indescribably quiet, handsome young man, the face is also stained with a bit of haze, the back is lonely, and the faint sadness. Yan Fan, anxious, turned around and stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, looked out a few times, moved his hands lightly, closed the door again, walked back and said, Leave, these words, you can't talk nonsense, if it is reported by secret agents, it is not enough to implicate tens of thousands of people, said with a little heart, and patted Han Li on the shoulder.

Han Li's handsome face, his expression was complicated, his eyes were carefully staring into the night, the lightning was vertical and horizontal, the rain was falling, reflecting the ancient earth and mountains in the distance, and the pavilions and pavilions were gorgeous and elegant. Zhou Laoxian, greeted with a smile, staring at the candlelight dimly red, watching the wax flowers burn gently like mosquitoes, dragging long tears, attached to the candle body,!

The young woman after Yinghou, her beautiful eyes were closed, as if she was unintentionally attached to the distress of the world, her back was slightly floating, and she seemed to be asleep.

The middle-aged man next to the two of them, slightly closed his eyes, and said with a sense of wine, old man, the rain outside is falling again, you listen, he looked back at the wind and rain raging outside the door, the electric light is vertical and horizontal, reflecting the frosty night, the earth is beautiful, and he can't help but have a little loneliness in the silence of the soul.

Zhou Laoxian looked at it in response, his face did not fluctuate, and he seemed to answer again, it's good to be older!

In the lobby, the candlelight flickered, the window man fluttered across the dazzling posture, the jingling wind chimes, everyone heard clearly, the endless dark night hidden the jingling wind chimes, from light and quiet, to crisp, ding ding dong non-stop, coming here, everyone listened carefully, ding ding dong dong wind chimes, the rain drifted down, the lightning in the sky turned into a long and rough sword, Ge Ran pierced which layer of darkness, a quaint decoration of the carriage, stepping on the mud in the grass path, drove over leisurely!

Wind chimes, wind chimes jingling, two people sat at the front of the carriage, staring coldly at the wind chimes on the roof of the car, but it was Tang Fan Xing, and the end of the fall of the Hong,.