Two months later.

In the golden autumn of September, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is another year to enjoy the chrysanthemum and climb high to drink.

On the outskirts of Biancheng, the distant mountains are picturesque, and the forests are dyed. A tree and red leaves are far away from the ten-mile long pavilion, a car and a horse are parked in the distance, and Su Wei and Dark Night are standing next to them, and the two of them are holding their swords as if talking in a low voice.

Some of the melancholy and sadness of parting were mixed with the refreshing air that permeated the sky over the long pavilion, and the men and women in brocade clothes said goodbye here.

Today's Ji Qianning wore an elegant light blue dress, and when she was used to wearing a red dress, everyone suddenly felt a little less aggressive, and Yongan even saw the carefree and indifferent young lady many years ago, and the tip of her nose suddenly became sour......

"This country, the widow doesn't want it" Beiyue Chapter 68 Going home is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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