Chapter 441: A reincarnation and an emptiness

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female.

The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow singing and dancing silk bamboo, the king of the sun is not enough.

Yu Yang Mo came agitatedly, breaking the song of neon clothes and feathers.

The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride southwest.

Cuihua swayed and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows.

No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion.

There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light.

The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking.

The world turned back to the dragon, and he couldn't go here.

In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no place for Yuyan to die.

The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the horses.

The return pond is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu.

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this.

The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep.

The disciples of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is Qing'e old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep.

The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold.

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke, can be sincere to the soul.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently.

Emptying and controlling the air is like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.

The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven.

Jin Que West Chamber, knocking on the jade, transferred to the small jade to report the double success.

Hearing that the emperor of the Han family made him, he was frightened in the Jiuhua tent.

The clothes are pushed and the pillow is hovering, and the silver screen of the bead foil is opened.

The cloud sideburns are half new to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat.

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance.

Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

Gazing at the king with affection, he said goodbye to the two dim.

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace.

Looking back at the world, I didn't see Chang'an and saw the dust and fog.

However, the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin leaves a one-fold fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides it.

But the heart of the religion is like Jin Tianjian, and the heavens and the earth will meet.

The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

The author can't come to the book recently, so I'm sorry to everyone who has been chasing the book. She said that things will appear again after a week, and she will not abandon them, so please wait thank you, sorry!

A reincarnation and a dream, in the fireworks and water moon mirror, the ripples blurred the face, and the water marks were still smoothed.