Chapter 109
The woman in white opened her pearly lips lightly, and a string of beautiful singing voices spit out from the woman in white.Dong Xiaowan listened carefully, and it turned out to be Jiang Yan's "Hate Fu".Just listen to the woman in white singing: "Try to look at the plains, the vines linger on the bones, and the trees entangle the soul. Life is here, and the way of heaven is peaceful!" So I hated people and was terrified. I kept thinking about the ancients and died of hatred.

Just like Emperor Qin pressing the sword, the princes galloped westward, cutting down the whole world, with the same text and rules, Huashan is the city, and Ziyuan is the pond.The ambition is overflowing, but the force is not yet completed.Fang framed the turtle as a beam, and patrolled the sea to the right to send it off.Once the soul is broken, the palace carriage will leave late.

If he was captured by the king of Zhao, he moved to Fangling.In the evening, the heart is beating, and the ignorance is invigorating.Farewell to Yanji and beautiful women, mourning Jinyu and Yucheng.If you want to drink wine, you will be filled with sorrow.Long live Qianqiu, it's hard to win a grudge.

As Li Jun descended to the north, his name was humiliated and his body was wronged.Draw the sword and hit the pillar, hang the shadow and feel ashamed.I love Shangjun, and my heart stays in Yanmen.Splitting the silk book, vowing to return Han En.Morning dew comes, what's the point of shaking hands?

When Concubine Ruofu Ming left, she looked up to the sky and took a deep breath.Zitai is a little farther away, Guanshan Wuji.The wind blows suddenly, the sun is white and the west is hiding.Long geese fly less, and Dai Yun is less colorful.What is the expectation of the king? In the end, it will be in a foreign land.

Even when Jingtong saw the arrival, he returned to the field.If you retreat but sweep, you will not be an official.The left is for the child, and the right is for the child.Get rid of Gongqing, ups and downs in literature and history.There is no land for the ambition, and there is no end to the long bosom.

Jifu Zhongsan was sent to prison, full of enthusiasm.The turbid mash is cited in the evening, and the Suqin is played in the morning.The autumn is bleak and the clouds are dull.Yu Qingxia's wonder is not easy to enter the night of cultivation.

Or there are lonely ministers who are in danger, and evil sons fall in love.Moved to the sea and garrisoned in Longyin.This person burst into tears upon hearing the grief.The blood is stained with the lapel; it is also full of sour sighs, and it is lost and sinking.

If you are riding on overlapping tracks, you will be riding on the track; yellow dust is all over the ground, and songs are blowing everywhere.All smoke and fire must be cut off, in the closed bone spring.It's over!

The spring grass is twilight and the autumn wind is startled, and the autumn wind is blowing and the spring grass is growing.The Qiluo is exhausted, the pools and halls are exhausted, and the zither is destroyed and the hills are leveled.Since ancient times, everyone has died, and everyone swallows their voices with hatred. "

Dong Xiaowan couldn't understand why every song sung by the woman in white was so sad and full of resentment, and her singing voice was full of resentment.Does this woman have a great grievance?
At this time, everyone downstairs applauded desperately.

The woman in white still stood up so elegantly to salute.

(End of this chapter)

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