Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
This is a book about short stories. Each story tells the story of every love, from beauty to old age, from soul compatibility to drifting apart. Beauty is like beauty in the morning, bones are like bones in the evening. The most heartbreaking thing is that beauty languishes in her twilight years, facing each other but unable to get close to each other. In the end, there was only longing, like bone-piercing threads, slowly wrapping around, tangled into eternal cracks in my heart.
As Fan Liuyuan said, there is a broad agreement between life and death, and Zicheng said, but how can we be the master of these?
[Current serial: Return]
Keywords: master and apprentice, affectionate, searching
That year, the Tang Kingdom was destroyed, and she was the youngest princess of the Tang Kingdom, Yan Zhao.
That year, Princess Yihong died for her country. Qi Xiao, her bodyguard, lived in seclusion in Zhulang Mountain.
That year she came to worship him as her teacher and promised to stay in Zhulang Mountain for the rest of her life.
Eleven years later, she met the prince of the Jin Dynasty, and finally got involved in the war of troubled times.
She cried miserably: "Master, do you still remember what kind of person Sister Wang is? When I was five years old, I once said that if there is one empress in the world, it must be Sister Wang. Because she is such a kind, benevolent, and talented woman, like the most beautiful thing in the world. Xidu paused for her and focused on her. She was such a beautiful woman! Such a beautiful and godlike sister, but she died so miserably... Master, please tell me... Please tell me!"
Later, she left with others. On her wedding day, he came to the residence of Crown Prince Rong of Jin State with a big gift.
She asked in a daze: "The person the master loves... Isn't Sister Wang? The person the master loves most..."
Qi Xiao said: "She was by my side every day, and then she left, so now I want to get her back."
"She is..."
"What do you think?"
Qi Xiao looked at her and smiled as much as he could, with countless traces of sadness in his eyes, "Zhao'er, do you know? Rong Jianli said something right. You should no longer call me master, you should call me by my name."