In the early morning, the mountain was hidden in the clouds and smoke, and I was sitting under the tree looking at the scriptures, and Zigui quietly stepped forward and took out a post from his sleeve.

I glanced at it lightly, the post was a dazzling red, with the word "invitation" written in gilded ink, and two sentences written below it.

I can't help but be a little curious, I haven't asked about the world for many years, and at first there were people who symbolically invited me, but now no one in the world doesn't send posts to me at all, so that I don't have a sense of existence.

"Who's?" I took the scriptures in one volume, picked up the wedding card and slowly unfolded it.

Zigui bowed down and said softly: "Emperor, this is ......

"The clouds are deep and you don't see the cangwu" one, like flowers and leaves, year after year, you are hitting in your hands, please wait for a while,

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