Chapter 87 - Zhu Gaotai and Fei Ling

Spring breeze like scissors, cut the willow, warm years, spring breeze with a warm, as if the summer suddenly if one to the breeze, blowing the bamboo curtain between the light swaying, so that people's hearts a burst of enlightenment. Looking at the tender bamboo leaves hanging down above the courtyard, Li Yan revived his dark green robe and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.