It was a leafy begonia tree, and the petals sprinkled on his bosom as soon as the breeze passed.

Zhao Hanjing rubbed the corners of his sore forehead, got up from the green grass under the tree, brushed off Luoying between his robes, and looked at the half-curved path in front of him that he didn't know where it would extend. All around was a white mist, as solid as a physical object, only under the trees and on the path, refreshing and bright, with the occasional gentle breeze brushing his cheeks, and the paving stone slabs were covered with fine moss marks, and under the fog walls on both sides, the delicate branches of the young grass were dotted with clusters of lilac flowers.

He still remembered that he and Ge Mi chased all the way to the base of the northern city wall, and rushed straight into a weaving mill that had been abandoned for a long time. In order to ensure that the silk thread is not damp and moldy in summer, or due to winter causes

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