Being Entangled by Shirakiri's Black Stepson

95 CP short story, the full text is estimated to be 50,000 words, slightly abused (1) The east wind blows, and the kite falls. A broken thread ties the fate of half a lifetime. He was a young king of Jin who lost his mother and father. He huddled deep in the rockery and cried secretly. She was a young and talented person who accidentally broke into his bleak world. "Flowers will eventually bloom and fall." Wu Zhao's voice echoed in the spring breeze, "If you keep your head down and cry, wouldn't you be living up to the time in front of you?" She handed over a brocade handkerchief embroidered with orchids, and planted an orchid in his heart. (2) The shadow of the candle in Liangyi Palace shook red. She is the concubine of Shiji, and he is the prince of the East Palace. The fingertips of the two touched lightly, like a spring dream without trace. He gave her a hosta, the sun and the moon shined together, and they vowed to stay together day and night. She avoided him: "Your Highness, this is not in line with the etiquette." But he pressed forward step by step, with a look of infatuation that had not changed in seven years: "You forgot that paper kite, you forgot that square handkerchief... But I have never forgotten you." A deep kiss, don't forget to meet each other. (3) The ancient temple is lonely and cold, with Buddha bells ringing out. She cut off her hair and became a nun, waiting for a vague promise. He has three thousand beauties, has his old love turned to dust? Until that day, the colorful butterflies and paper kites with love poems on them fluttered and fell in front of the emperor... He stepped through the mountain gate and hugged the man in silk clothes tightly: "Mei Niang, I'm here." Intention: love each other