Huang Tiao pulls his bow and thinks of Xin You, sitting and watching the clouds and rain playing on the brocade silk.
The delicate lotus is stained with dew and inherits the sacred beauty. I spend the flowering period with thoughts and resentments.
Of course, the cold night is bitter and sentimental, and the remaining fat covering the face is such a joy.
He killed my family members and took my mother's body. How can anything in the world be so cheap? Seeing how pitiful and pitiful he was, trying to please him in every possible way, the cruelty that appeared every time was suppressed by life and death. Unknowingly, it's possible that I've already had feelings for him...
On one side is the lover who loves the emperor deeply, and on the other side is the hatred of his family's death. Where should we go, whether to advance or retreat? After going to heaven alone, he went together without blinking an eyelid? And he also came to this... 21St century?