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The story of Sima Xiangru begging for the Phoenix.

Feng Qiuhuang's story: The legendary Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, one is regarded as a gifted scholar by the county magistrate of Lin Qiong, and the other is a beauty among girls. Their story began with a visit to Zhuojia, where they played the famous song "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix": "Feng Feng went back to his hometown and traveled all over the world to beg for phoenix. There is a beautiful woman in the boudoir, and the people in the room have poisoned my intestines. Why should I be a mandarin duck? " "Zhuo Wenjun listened behind the scenes, heartbroken, and Sima Xiangru fell in love at first sight, and they agreed to elope.

That night, Zhuo Wenjun packed up and walked out of the house, and met Sima Xiangru who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, thus completing the most brilliant event in their lives. Zhuo Wenjun is a strange girl. And Sima Xiangru returned to Chengdu, facing the family's predicament (which is a great test for love), he generously returned to his hometown in Lin Qiong to open a hotel and sell wine himself, and finally let his proud father admit their love.

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There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget her. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When to see Xu Xi, comfort me. Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall.

Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his death. I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying! Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning. Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them.

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Baidu Encyclopedia-Feng Qiuhuang