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In the twelfth year of Yongzhao's reign, the saint came to the world, and the heavenly signs congratulated her.
When he was seven years old, Hua Wanqiao had his eyes and tongue cut out to create a living shrine called "Wangchen".
She lived under pearls and white cloth, without tears, speechless, and ruthless, until her old childhood friend Shen Mengxi broke into the temple as a medical girl.
She wrote on her palm: "Wanqiao, I'm here."
She whispered in her ear, "I'll take you away."
But under the altar, there is an abyss. When the secret peony secrets were exposed, and when the escape turned into a blood talisman, they only had one last agreement left -
"Twenty-three years old, let's die together."
Later, Dayin died.
In front of the wordless monument in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a sea of peonies, two butterflies linger, and someone burns a pack of tangerine peel candy.
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