Pingyang Zheng Sheng’s skill of helping Luan rests on his friends’ strange experiences. Doubtful things about the same robe depend on how he is 20 years old, beautiful in crown and jade, and elegant in poetry and leisure. Although the immortal advocates and lingers, he is sentenced to retire from the sun, and his colleague Xian Zhi is born in the autumn. He also recommended that he hope that because of hanging in a certain view in the west of the city, he will call the fairy diviner to sell it, whether it will burn its symbol or not, that is, the concubine, the peach blossom girl, and the husband will be happy or not. I have not seen this number recently. I don’t know what to say, but I don’t want to talk about it. I urge you to give up your life quickly. I am infatuated with young people, and I love their poems. I knock on them, and the high wind has become a seven-rhythm song, saying that some children are worried about things, and that it is shameful to ask Lingque who is not lazy. The day before yesterday, my eyebrows were shallow, and I was frightened and scared because of Lang’s loss. I also said that it is inconvenient for you to have affairs with your children, and the scientific name is not right. Or you can welcome, but you must not withdraw your altar, so that the students will no longer be silent. Although the scattered students are involved in suspicion, their hearts will be stolen. The next day, the altar will be re-established. If you call you privately and move again, you will be invited to the crane fairy, that is, knocking on the female trail, and the fairy cross will be excused. When you get well, you will be troubled and ugly. I don’t know that people will go to him. It seems to persuade you to be hidden and real, and the female ghost is also a four-character riddle. If you don’t understandI’m still reluctant to part with my life, but I suddenly lost it. I don’t want to be called when I’m not called, and I’m tired of driving. I don’t want to be a guest when I’m hiding and repairing my feet, and I don’t want to be promoted when I’m in Jin. I only want to meet my daughter when I’m in the night, and I also want to play business. I’m afraid that I haven’t seen half of my face so far. Can Zhang Jingzhao tell me that the pen tip of the flower is tender and jade muscle has been washed? When the tree is closed, Du Yu’s soul will be as light as that of a student in Ye Fei’s Zhuluo village. You have been quietly inquiring about it for two days, and you have been ill, and you have actually seen it. However, although you are no longer calling for immortals, when you are at the bedside, your family secretly watches calligraphy and painting, and you are not unfamiliar with it. Many of your poems are not well remembered, and the most fascinating red beans are broken, and the words are sour and leisurely. I don’t hate to admire xuan hua and don’t forget to feel vaguely like a dream. It seems that you are smiling and welcoming the skirt, nut A woman’s pen never stops, and she also makes friends. When she hears of her illness and salty, she asks all about it. Although she doesn’t answer her heart silently, she is in a trance. If a friend goes sick, she closes the door and celebrates. When she looks at the washing machine suddenly, she sees the same thing, and the female poem also says, "Come and go, Hu doesn’t spring breeze, spring night covers the double doors, adds fragrance, and the hibiscus at the bottom of the account is warm and warm." I have to show my love for the lotus clothes and gentle countryside near Pengshan, so I can’t afford to call you when I die in ten days, but after I die, I dream that my friend said that my daughter lives in a heavy spring, but I haven’t boasted much about it, but I am very happy to tell my family that I don’t want Yu Nianyou to be surprised.People’s poems and grass are still in the Jin Dynasty.

Waishishi said that you don’t have to be really spiritual, and your spirit may not be really immortal, so if you call for it, you will despise ghosts, but you can’t be alone. But there are so many people in the world, so it’s a disaster. Why don’t you restrain yourself and really regret your…

Chapter 46 I’m not your brother

The figure recognized herself and let her go. Who are you? The first thing a thousand colors can say is to ask him who he is. Come on, she still didn’t recognize him The man’s bright eyes dimmed in the darkness. Qianse is me. Once again, I heard his colorful brain exploding. She quickly sat…