To get started, I want to be sad;
There is not a bucket of rice in the angel, and there are no clothes hanging on the shelf.
Draw your sword and go to the east gate, leaving the second child and mother holding clothes and crying:
"I wish him rich, concubines and you * * * feed Mi.
It's a pity to use Canglangtian, and it's a pity to use this yellow mouth next time. "