An Empire as a Betrothal Gift

Net over the side face of the sky.

Young people have a good look, the five senses are nowhere, and they have completely explained the clismary.

He stood slightly, and the golden light when the fireworks bloom was blocked on the cheek, and he was shocked by his color. Long haired was blown up by the wind, it seems to be returned. The young people smiled and bends, shining, as if the fireworks of thousands of stars have fallen into his eyes.

Jiye is slightly fascinated.

Obviously, I have dispelled the wine. Why is he still drunk?

The guards like his eyes, suddenly turned to the head, the star is hitting his gaze.

The two fear is a glimpse.

When I first saw it, the snow was shocked.

Month, gentle, Wen Yushu, in its board house, chaotic me.

I have a long time, the guard is the first to hook a laughter, in the hustle and bustle of fireworks:

"Your Majesty, Happy New Year."

Ji Yapu is a lip.

This is the first time in his true sense, and it is also the first time to say a happy new year.

How many people wish him a thousand years old, Hong Fu Qi Tian, ​​but he really wants, just a simple happiness.

He waited for twenty-up.

It is waiting for a wave.

For a long time, he laughed and loudly answered.

"happy New Year."