Hearing My Guitar Playing and Singing, the Empress Regretted It

The engagement was finally broken off by the empress! "Looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, how can we be from Penghao people?" Empress: "What? This bastard can write poetry?" A small barbecue in front of flowers and under the moon, such a beautiful scenery, why not play "Voice of the Prodigal Son" by Wang Jie, my chicness is everywhere! Empress: "What? As my forbidden love! How dare he be so chic?" Ouyang Wan'er, a first-class sword-wielding guard in front of the imperial family, said: "Don't smile, you look really good when you smile, but this smile shouldn't belong to me. I'm sorry, goodbye, never see you again!" Duan Buxiao looked at Ouyang Wan'er who left after performing Qing Gong with a sense of loss. He hugged the guitar and sang: Later, I finally learned how to love, but you have already gone far away and disappeared into the sea of ​​people. Later, I finally understood through tears that some people are no longer there once they are missed. Ouyang Wan'er, who was leaning against a big tree in the woods, covered her mouth and cried bitterly... The capital of the Dragon Kingdom was besieged, Duan Buxiao said: Your Majesty, I have a plan to repel the enemy. By chance, I got a few plague corpses, which can be thrown into the enemy camp with a catapult. They don't have penicillin. The empress and the ministers looked shocked. No decent person would keep the corpse of the plague, but considering that it was Duan Buxiao, it was normal. I have another plan. . . . .