The Flying Swords of Dragon Gate Fanfiction (Yu Huatian-Centered): The West

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl of the Ming Dynasty, so melancholy However, it is better to die with beautiful thoughts than to have a wound that rips through the intestines.

This emperor and Wan Guifei are really well matched. What a pity.

The emperor and Huatian are the real confidants. There are many things that they already know each other's thoughts without saying anything. I don't want to imagine that they have that kind of ambiguous relationship, because the word "ambiguous" cannot express the kind of connection between them. Although there is no CP in the full text, there is joy, sadness, and even more indescribable feelings. The so-called "having a close friend is enough" refers to the emperor and Huatian.

This emperor is so weird. Is he really a madman?

When I first saw Longmen, I felt very awkward: the Tatars were hostile to the Ming Dynasty people at that time, could it be that the heroes were traitors? The Tatars are brothers. Are you going to hunt for treasure with them to provide military funds for the enemy to kill our own people?

Huatian is gradually fulfilling his promise, and it seems that he has ordered a country to come to court. "In the spring of the 23rd year, I gave you Hua Tian as a gift", how heart-breaking! ! It's so lonely in the palace, right? Why does Jinliang have the tendency to play with Zhao Daixia together?

What a tragedy. What would happen if the factory flower knew that the emperor was dead?

I really don't know what to say about a character like the emperor. Of course, we don't need to comment on such a person who lives his own life. Maybe, he is still the child who played with Yu Huatian and Wan Zhen'er when he was young, crying...

I burst into tears at the last few sentences, but I still re-read this chapter several times like a self-abuse... "The emperor jumped from a ten-foot-high building and plunged into the vast sky, and someone on the cloud-made ship seemed to open his hands to him, gently welcoming his arrival. He embraced the mighty wind, as if he was holding an ideal that would never be shattered, a dream that would never wake up, free, carefree, and carefree. 'Huatian, I'm catching up with you. '" Just these few words, I cried for a long time at night...

He still wanted to find someone with whom he could grow old together for the rest of his life, and be happy when he was together and when he was gone. It's hard to find a confidant. Author, you made me cry all night and my heart was still blocked the next day. You forgive my heart