The wind stirs the clothes and the rain stirs the curtains, but the people in the green mountains outside the building have not yet returned. The shadows of the misty waves on the river have ceased in time, and the moon shines on the clear water all over the riverside.
He was originally the proud son of heaven, but was poisoned and framed. He almost died and was exiled in the rivers and lakes. Nalan Fengjin was determined to fight back to the ninth level of heaven and take back everything that belonged to him. From then on, I was the only one in the imperial city.
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