The Imperial Garden is the time when spring is bright and flowers are in full bloom. The small Suyang Pavilion is wrapped in colorful purples and reds and is full of vitality.
The emperor in bright yellow robes woke up from his sleep and sat in the pavilion in a daze, as if he was in his twilight years, with his head full of white hair and his whole body dead.
Fuzhong looked around blankly, traces of the dream that had not yet dissipated flashed across the corners of his eyes------
The peach blossoms on people's faces and the mountains and rivers of the past fade away with dreams, and in the end... they are not what they used to be.
None of the gorgeous flowers in the garden could catch his eye. He just stared at a few weeping willows beside the small pavilion. As he looked at them, he couldn't help but stood up tremblingly and dragged his sick body forward. go.
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