At night, Liu Wencian took Qi Changsheng's hand and knocked on the door of Qingping Palace.

The octagonal pavilion is filled with the fragrance of wine, and the lights are as bright as day.

The man in red leaned on the railing as if he was pretending to sleep, and a neck as white as porcelain was exposed under the collar, which was more dazzling than the pink and white peony leaning behind him.

Liu Wencicada slowly walked to the bottom of the moss-patterned steps, looked at the flower branches and said, "The oysters that bloom this season......

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