Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

Chapter 51 Han Fu

Nagato Fu

Husband, there is no such thing as a beautiful woman. She walks carefree and is worried about herself.The soul is lost but does not return, the body is withered and haggard and lives alone.It is said that I go in the morning and come back in the evening, eat and drink happily but forget about others.The heart is moved without thinking about the past, and the friendship is happy and close.

Yi Yu's ambition is slow and foolish, but he has a pure and innocent heart.I am willing to ask questions and advance on my own, so that I can hear the sound of your Majesty.Following the false words and hoping for the truth, I looked forward to the palace in the south of the city.You repair thin tools and set up your own facilities. You have never been willing to come by luck.The sky is drifting and the wind is blowing.When I climbed up to the Orchid Terrace and looked out into the distance, I felt as if I was in a daze.The floating clouds are gloomy and blocked in all directions, the sky is graceful but the day is overcast.

The thunder is loud and clear, and the sound is like the sound of your car.The wind blows back and rises from the boudoir, holding up the curtains and curtains.The osmanthus trees are intertwined with each other, and the fragrance is cool and fierce.The peacocks gather together to stay together, and the black peacocks roar and chant.The jadeite wings come and gather, and the luan and phoenix fly from north to south.

The heart is not relaxed because of the squeaking, and the evil spirit is strong and attacking.Go down to the Orchid Terrace and look around, walking calmly in the deep palace.The main hall is built with blocks to create the sky, which rises together and makes the sky high.I moved and leaned on the east chamber, watching my husband wandering and wandering endlessly.The jade houses are packed with gold, and the sound is like the sound of bells.

The carved magnolia is thought to be a thorn, and the decorated apricot is thought to be a beam.Luo Fengrong wanders among the trees, separated from the building and supporting each other.The rosewood trees are spread out, and the beams are arranged in various places.The time seems to be divided into categories, like generals gathering stones.The five colors dazzle each other, and the rotten shines into light.The result is that the stone is broken, like the article written by Xuan Mao.The curtains of Zhang Luoqi are hanging down, and the connecting lines of Chu Chu are formed.

Carefully touch the pillars and lintels, and look at the center of the Qutai.The white crane is croaking and wailing, and the lonely female is parading among the withered poplar trees.At dusk, I feel hopeless, feeling alone in the empty hall.The bright moon hangs to illuminate itself, and I spend the clear night in the bridal chamber.I use the elegant qin to change the tune, and the melancholy and thoughtful music cannot last long.The case flow has turned around, and the sound is young and wonderful, but then it rises again.Looking through the experience, the thoughts are generous and sincere.The people on the left and right are sad and weeping, and the tears are flowing away and helpless.

Relaxation makes me feel depressed, and I feel anxious when I step on my feet.Pulling on his long sleeves to hide himself, he counts the ruins of the past.There was no face to show, so I went to bed in despair.If you think that you are lying on the pillow, it is fragrant because of the orchids.

Suddenly I fell asleep and dreamed, as if I were beside you.Be wary of being awake without seeing, your soul is far away as if you are dead.The chickens crow and feel sad, and they rise to gaze at the moonlight.The audience's ranks of stars are coming, and Bi Subaru comes from the east.Looking at the kindness of the atrium, it is like frost in autumn.

(End of this chapter)