Ji Xiaoniang and Wang Yun were naturally in a happy mood after learning that Fengyuntang and Tang Sanniang's backers had fallen.

In the days that she has lived in Los Angeles, Ji Xiaoniang has fallen in love with this place. The four seasons here are distinct, the mountains and rivers arch Dai, the lights of Kaiyuan Avenue, the twilight rain of copper camels, and the spring sunshine of Jingu.

The bells of the horse temple made her nostalgic. The fireworks of the Lantern Festival, the most fortunate thing is to meet the little prince and Xiaoqian of Shule who came to congratulate in the capital.

The reunion of old friends is particularly cordial. The four of them talked about wine and sang about it. The most precious thing in this world is love and friendship.

The fragrance of friendship is better than any kind of delicate flower. They drank and talked, nostalgic for the days when they shared joys and sorrows in the desert.

Send Xiaoqian away. Ji Xiaoniang snuggled in Wang Yun's arms and said gently: The days with him are steady.

She has even fallen in love with this kind of life that doesn't ask about the world. However, the grievances and grievances on the rivers and lakes are always endless.

Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

"The Wild Goose Singing in the Sky" is singing about the wine is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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