dimanche 31 octobre 2010
He felt cheated him in the clear
He also their own feelings to stay in this ah!
Qingqing sit down, here is a very quiet cooling off unrest collision.
Drink a cup of tea Murong Jin asked, "Where are you from?"
It seems they never sat so quietly spoken.
Qingqing simply replied, "very far away, I am afraid that princes do not know." Inexplicable had her in his chamber, he felt cheated him in the clear, the clear to him talk about that if the complex through, He must think he is a madness.
Murong brow gently pick Kam Road, "Chang country is borders have been to almost all of the king, and you come from?" Seems great interest.
He gonna do ①
The clear only, "is a small village, the humble mountains, princes should not know."
Murong Kam see her right again refused to talk about this issue and asked, "You can read the book?"
The clear nod, "know too little words." Remember this sentence is Her Dream in Lin Jia with dialogue.
Murong Kam through the half open window to gaze at the moonlight, "you can have a favorite poem recited months?"
The clear replied, "In" Yu-chieh complaints "Yu-chieh Health dew, night invasion Luo long socks. But under the crystal curtain, looking exquisite Moon." Her voice was very soft and delicate, in this quiet study echoed in the soft .
Yi Zheng Jin slightly Murong, who is also a spin like Li Bai is poems children is.
Dragged from his mouth very pale hint of a smile, "It is too sad that some of the poetry!"
Murong Kam also can be considered a person of elegance, he then said, "palace where no woman can tell,d long poems about painting the king!"
It is the clear road, "princes of the concubine who all are of theology, naturally notices of science, as long as the princes and the princes are willing to read poems they will naturally want to talk about painting."
Jin is Murong Road, "one by one they knew before the king in the flatter and curry favor, or to transfixed, really boring."
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