Description: At this moment, whoever moves first is the role on the stage. An Yimo, in this moment of solidification of all things, ignored the surprise in the eyes of Bi Gongzi in front of him, and raised his steps to walk away from the crowd. The grass and trees recede and the road goes straight ahead. A glossy pink face, behind a gossip slander abuse. A grey head and grey face, surrounded by a lot of pointing and sneering. The prodigal son of a romantic building, the false daughter of a theatrical troupe. Really, really, a perfect match. He walked over, stood up, held out his hand, gentle and firm. Lady, can you accompany your husband to the stage and walk through the boundless wind and moon? The end of the play Half a stick of incense, the sky has been all dark down, the autumn night bright, bright lights, it is a good time to see the play. In addition, the people who performed the "play" on the stage today were not ordinary people, but the strange young master who was famous for his family and the fake palace maid who was notorious far and wide. They were all people who were exposed as soon as they shook. It was very fun to get together. Everyone sat down, and the wind on the wall looked a little gloomy. He was annoyed by Nian Li's lack of resistance and cooperation, and unconsciously teased her, but he did not expect that it would turn into such a farce. He didn't want to see Nian Li make a fool of himself. But she didn't want people to see her talent. This is an eternal paradox. Is his lordship worried about her? Wei Siliang did not dare to sit, but standing behind the wall wind blocked the view of the people behind him, and was protested, so he could only half squat and half kneel beside him, observing his face, flickering with the lights around him. I'm not worried. Wall wind picked up the teacup, and then put it down, the hand inadvertently touched the other hand on the table, looked sideways, is not very familiar with the woman, the eyebrows and eyes are really comely, sitting there, but also holding, but like a stage actor. That must be the part of a fairy. But now, Yi Nianli such a grey-headed and grey-faced dress, coupled with An Yimo's chatty appearance, what kind of play can he sing? Is it the cook and the woodcutter? On this side, Liu Ruosu looked at the wall wind and turned back to the face, all of a sudden the heart was empty, the side of Qiu Shihen could not help snickering, Liu Ruosu more hanging face, lightly swept a sentence: "Xiaowan, help me to the back to rest, this is too noisy, I have a headache." "Manager Wei, see Mrs. An off." Wall limelight also does not return, just lightly swept a sentence, small Wan hugged, followed behind Liu Ruosu, followed Wei Siliang, Marble Projects ,Grey Marble Slab, walked toward the back. Walking to the entrance of the yard, Liu Ruosu stopped again and ordered Xiaowan in a low voice. Save it for the play and come back and tell me about it. This overtone, how can Xiaowan not understand, hurriedly hugged back to occupy the seat. Liu Ruosu followed Wei Siliang with a shelf. Wei Siliang kept looking back at Liu Ruosu, who was panicked. Manager Wei, what's on my face? "Oh, no, he looks like a man." Liu Ruosu lowered his head slightly, "I don't know who is in charge of Wei." "A man of admiration." Wei Zongguan hesitated to speak. His Highness's mother, Jinfei, was kind to him. She was a pure woman who lived only for love in the world. She should not have followed the emperor who was doomed not to be alone. In theory, the brocade imperial concubine was also kind to the Wei family. The daughter of the Wei family could not be favored by the first emperor when she entered the palace. She had no choice but to send her adopted daughter brocade to the palace to take her place. She did not expect to get the favor of the emperor in one fell swoop, and she was pregnant with a dragon son. This is an important part of the Wei family's participation in the harem dispute. The Wei family had promised that they would try their best to assist the concubine who gave birth to Wang Yeh. Unfortunately, it was hard to fathom the struggle in the palace, and the direction of power was changing rapidly. Master Wei sized up the situation and turned from Wang Yeh's camp to the prince's camp. Emperor Renzong ascended the throne smoothly, but the previous generation of the Wei family did not become an imperial concubine, but the next generation did. Wei Shuhua, who was later the powerful Empress Wei, became the imperial concubine smoothly. The loyal dog who swore to be loyal to Jin Fei and Wang Ye in the past has become a running dog guarding the prison today. The Wei family made thousands of calculations, but they were afraid that they would not be able to count the chess pieces they had abandoned, and that the real dragon would turn over in the future. And the debt collected was borne by Empress Wei, a woman betrayed by love. In the end is the Wei family owed Jin Fei and wall wind, or the new emperor owed the Wei family, this tangled account, on whose head should be counted. Gratitude and resentment are always entangled together until death. Wei Siliang looked at Liu Ruosu's face, which was somewhat similar to that of Jin Fei, and could not help sighing about the past. Liu Ruosu did not know what was going on, but felt that the "admirer" was very pleasant to the ear and was in a good mood, but it was not good to go back to the theatre and call Qiu Shihen a joke, so he went to the backyard. It was not long before there was a hubbub in the front court, and the whereabouts of the disappeared Tingting and the servants of Zhongan Garden were finally answered. With the sound of the harp on the stage, they came out dressed in plain white, dressed up, and suddenly came to life. Although she is not as extraordinary as Liu Ruosu, nor as beautiful as Qiu Shihen, but there is a taste that can not be said in a word, that natural temperament, in the humility of retreating in order to advance, makes people particularly daydream. On the other side of the stage, as soon as the man came on the stage, the wall wind smashed the teacup, his eyes were round, and an Yisheng, as if he didn't think it was enough, said in a long voice: Ouch Yin and Yang strange, full of arrogance. An Yimo wore a slim robe with a black background, a red belt and a stone hanging from his waist. Hair tied up, neat and bright, finally let people see his handsome and improper eyebrows and eyes, but not too charming, with a very incongruous taste of a man. This was the scene in those days when the young man was so elegant that all the young girls who had traced back to the source were in love with him. His family was proud of him, and his brothers took him as a model and sent him to the capital to catch up with the examination. It is still vivid in my mind today. The courtyard was full of solemnity. Lady- " An Yimo has been in the brothel all the year round, how many times he has been influenced by what he sees and hears, but he has also learned to have a good model, but he is not delicate and pretentious. As soon as he lifts his hands and feet and takes a step,Calacatta Quartz Slab, how many women take a cold breath on the spot. If the mud witnessed this scene, the little girl immediately lay down and begged for indecency. 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