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Hu Li, flute.

The gentle breeze blew, and the night was quiet.

The bed was comfortable, like a trip to the palace. Hua Rong lay on the bed. How could she close her eyes? A curtain, can hear Lu Wenlong snores, the child that has run all day sleeps like thunder never to wake up. On the outside, Zha He lived on the flank. He was like the most loyal guard, but he was after all a simple person