
Frosty Night, Cold Wind and Snow
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Twenty years ago, Li Ziyi and Mu Qing had a game of chess and left a sentence: It was another Three Kingdoms. The three dynasties were shocked. They all wished that they were like the Wei Dynasty and looked down on the world. They didn't want to be the miserable Western Shu, let alone the Soochow. They just wanted to win a bit of luck and be famous forever. Swallows fly under the eaves of emperors and fly into ordinary people's homes. Since ancient times, the heroic spirit of chivalrous people has been nothing more than a plaything in the emperor's family. Since then, the sword fairy of Qingniu is no more than the Zen master of White Horse Temple. Pan Miao, the devil of the Western Regions, is nothing more than yellow dust. Of course there will be people who are different I saw you when I first ascended the Golden Tower. I know you also saw me and had me in your heart. At that time, I realized that everything before had nothing to do with me. When I wanted to see you again, would I have thought that after spending three years of spring and autumn, would you like to go back with me? I know you have me in your heart, but I'm waiting for you to finish things. Once things are done here, the rest of your life will be mine.
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