Summary
Wei Xuan thought that their first meeting was when he was hunted down by officers and soldiers, and in a hurry, he entered her room and became a disciple, but Luo Ju had already seen him. Spring is unexpectedly steep, and the little boy who has not yet reached the age of learning stands alone under the plum tree, neither humble nor arrogant, with extraordinary aura. Luo Ju never thought at that time that with just one glance, she had missed her for several years. “I know what you want, and I’ll help you.” – Unique Lingshuangju, Rongli is in Zhongzhou. Since there are festivals, there will be no worries at the end of the year. ——Southern DynastyXi’s “Orange Poetry”
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