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My heart couldn't help but tremble, and the hand holding the handle of the knife couldn't help shaking. I watched the blood leave from his chest, flow through the tip of the knife, and flow through the palm of my hand. Bit by bit, it was exactly the same as in my childhood dream, dripping with blood and as red as the bright peach blossoms on the ground.
"You already know who I am, huh, the war between you and me was won by your Lou clan again, ahem." He hugged me, and I was already shaking all over. I no longer had the strength to push him away, and let him hold me tightly. "But, you have already got what you want, so why are you crying?"
"I am so scared every day, so scared that today..."
"Just like every day, I hope it's the first day..."
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The story originated before the establishment of the Xiqi Dynasty. Emperor Wen of the Southern Kingdom, Feng Jianxi, betrayed his faith. Queen Louyun of the Bai Kingdom, out of love and hatred, bloodbathed the Southern Kingdom. When she died, she left behind a "Blood Oath of Drawn Sword".
Hundreds of years later, the dynasty princess Feng Xuan took out the knife left by the empress and pulled it out of the scabbard, and a new turmoil arose.
She always thought that the sound of the jade flute that warmed her heart that night was played by him.
In the rose field after the rain, he looked at her, who was covered in mud and sleeping soundly, and softly called, "Azhen"
In the courtyard where the water lilies were blooming for the first time, after she sang a song for him, he reluctantly responded, "This is Li's song."
At night, on the rugged mountain road, she lay on his back. Step by step, she heard the soft and almost inaudible voice, saying what she had always wanted to say, "I like you."
It's not him, it's him.
However, between country and love, queens of all generations have chosen country. So, what should she choose if she is not as wise and intelligent as the previous queens?