The girl who time-traveled disguised herself as a man and ventured into the world

The woman is as beautiful as an orchid in the empty valley. She is wearing a floor-length purple dress with light-colored patterns embroidered on the wide hem. On her arms is a smoky purple gauze that is about ten feet long. Her waist is thin and slender, with a white

She was tied up with a emerald brocade belt. Her black hair was tied up with a lavender ribbon. A few strands of hair hung mischievously on her shoulders, making her skin that could be broken even more white. No makeup was applied on her face.

, but fresh and moving, sultry, she is really a stunning beauty! Her expression is indifferent, like the orchid in the empty valley. She waved her sleeves gently, as ethereal as a fairy, magnificent, with every frown, every raise of her hand,

Waving sleeves, walking lightly with lotus steps and flying feather steps. The movements are neat and neat, without any sloppiness! But there is also gentleness and elegance in them. Noble and elegant, stunning and charming! Every movement makes people stunned.

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However, the young man in white brocade clothes beside him just beat the woman down.

Next to him, he is still wearing white brocade clothes, a light blue jade belt around his waist, black hair tied behind his head, and a pair of clear and bright eyes like stars, full of smiles. He is like jade, his hair is like ink, and his eyes are like ink.

Like glass, eyebrows like willows, lips like red clouds, teeth like white snow, a handsome face that is unrivaled. He is obviously such a beautiful person, but he exudes a wild and exciting aura of pride that cannot be concealed.

, but the feeling is so ethereal. His temperament is unique and extraordinary, like the darling of all things, and everything about him is beautiful and captivating.

Just leaning on the bamboo pole quietly, with an indifferent expression showing laziness, and extremely serious eyes, but also showing confusion. It makes people gradually addicted. An antique Fengjiao Qin, a song I have never heard before

The melody they played was so sweet and beautiful that it penetrated into their hearts like spring rain and dew. Their slender fingers gently caressed the strings, which was even more graceful than the dance.

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If that woman is like an orchid, he is a white lotus, a pure water lotus that is independent from the world and whose fragrance cannot be suppressed!

The peerless dance, the fairyland-like music, everyone stood there in a daze.

Everyone looked at the two people in front of them, their breathing stagnant. Shen Ling was dumbfounded when he saw the man in white. His face was particularly ugly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

An elegant and deep voice suddenly blended into the music. Shen Ling felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body stopped moving.

The ambition is always as high as the sky

The sound of the lonely goose flying north is broken.

In the old year, we had fun and frolics, now we are riding high and laughing.

Watch me bend my bow and shoot at the big eagle

The horse is running with light steps and roaring proudly in the wind and dust.

Searching for fragrant grass, surrounded by the wind, flowing water bridge, who remembers this return path?

Qingge makes the wine taste good, and the battle field sharpens the beard knife.

As the wind blows, dawn breaks, the roar of the roaring roars, and the setting sun shines again

The sound of the Qiang pipe urges people to grow old. Don’t lament the passing of youth.

Looking at the green mountains from a distance, where the smoke is rising

Lonely and unruly, life and death are free and easy, the vast grassland is full of smiles and pride

(The ambition is always higher than the test of heaven)

(In the old years, we had fun and frolics, now we are riding high and laughing)

(Light steps and fast horses roar, the rolling wind, dust and sand are all arrogant)

(Qingge drinks wine and washes his beard in the field)

The ambition is always as high as the sky

The sound of the lonely goose flying north is broken.

In the old year, we had fun and frolics, now we are riding high and laughing.

Watch me bend my bow and shoot at the big eagle

In the old year, we had fun and frolics, now we are riding high and laughing.

Watch me bend my bow and shoot at the big eagle

The beautiful and majestic sound of the piano, the unrestrained boldness in the music! So bold and uninhibited, arrogant and arrogant! It also brings a touch of gentle intoxication and a touch of sadness and loss.

Everyone present was immersed in it!