C508 Ya ya ya

There was no need for outsiders to see all the beautiful scenery.

A blooming flower quietly bloomed. Dew droplets dripped onto it, and a few mischievous little grasses curled around it.

The flower path has never been swept away, and the gate of the pavilion is from now on opened for the king. It was a very vulgar poem, a very fantasy poem. Starting from the great classic Jin Pingmei