It was mid-spring, the water was brimming, birds were singing and butterflies were dancing, and the imperial garden was full of life.

Listen to the rain lake planted a peach tree, blooming as a pink cloud, the wind blew, rustling, fell a peach snow.

Zhou Yuanyuan and Ahya arranged to pick peach blossoms to make wine, and pestered Lin Wuyue to go out, at this time made the palace people set up a small table and futon, could not help but puff out his cheeks: "Ahya sister why has ...