Cloud Summit

"The son's joy is like the wind, and the dust is spread thousands of miles; but for the sake of the king, it has lingered to this day." (Caramel winter melon "Yunding") I am a cool person, and I will only be nice to you if you are sincerely nice to me. I don't know since when, I have become accustomed to your company, your wisdom, and your almost unconditional indulgence. From those childish days when I was young, to my high-spirited guidance every time after I got my crown, you have always been by my side, and only you. You drew a dream for me, a very big dream; but I didn't know that you never thought of leaving your place or even the slightest trace in that dream - maybe, I just didn't want to think about it. They said that my eyes were filled with ambitions like blazing flames and city intrigues like deep pools; but they didn't know that what I was always pursuing was something simple and pure. The palace gates rose and fell, and the vicissitudes of life ceased. When I finally held the picture you painted for me, you were no longer around me, but you were everywhere. I consider myself a greedy person, but I seldom take big gambles. The only time I lost was to myself and your lies. It's funny to say that everything we do begins with a lie, but ends with another lie. Although I am the one who is deceived every time, you are always the one who is scarred. What I can promise you is what countless people have spent their whole lives dreaming of, but it is what you have tried your best to get rid of. What you long for in your heart is also what countless people have been searching for and thinking about, but it is also what I am so painful that I am unwilling to give up. One is only, the other is freedom. In the end, we each took a step back: you left me with thoughts that I never expected, and I saved you the future that you have longed for. You won and left with the person I hated all my life; I lost and stayed alone with the self-deprecation of being willing to accept defeat. A very respectable old man told me on his deathbed: In twenty or thirty years, when I reach her age, I will understand that a lot of what I have been chasing all my life is just a dream; and what I care about most has disappeared when I am not paying attention. I always thought I could understand, but in fact I never understood, even after you, the one I cared about most, resolutely left. Trust is a temptation, and so are dreams; and a dream sketched for me by someone I trust wholeheartedly is an even greater temptation. This trust is too complete, and this dream is too huge; I have forged myself into a sharp blade, but I have to use you as my sheath. I know that you are willing to be bruised and bruised as long as you shield me from the light of swords and shadows; I also know that you are afraid that this scabbard will eventually be ruthlessly torn apart by the sharp sword it wraps. So when you are with me, you are always cautious. Even if you are trying your best to protect me every moment, you are racking your brains to leave me all the time. You think I don't understand, but in fact I know that the blueprint you sketched was never my dream, but your trust in me and the same inseparable love for each other that I have. You left the bamboo slips I wrote to you and answered my pursuit with my begging. You said that I am firm, but underneath my firmness there is always a fragile state that can break at the touch of a finger, and you are always the only one who can touch it. You are afraid that I have changed, but in fact I have never changed; my life is one impulse leading to another impulse, one choice leads to another choice; helplessness breeds helplessness, compromises are planned, and finally a trajectory is drawn that I cannot control. I am actually selfish, but my selfishness encompasses you; you are also selfish, but you have forgotten yourself in your selfishness. I hid you so deeply that no one could recognize your true appearance; you also hid me so deeply that I didn't even know where I was. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing in the beginning, so where can it cause dust. The stars hang down in the wilderness, and the rivers are endless; there is nothing in the world, and no one disturbs it. Who am I laughing at? I'm laughing at you, at the self-righteous and smart-assed self in your heart. Who I am? Is it the little Ali who was born to his mother's concubine Mengyue, the ninth prince who was born to his father Emperor Chenghuan, or the decisive and decisive Emperor Zhaolie, the sharp-edged Emperor Yunding? No, "Zi Yue, being a king is like being on the top of the clouds, seeing all the ups and downs, and you are my once-in-a-lifetime fall." I know the beginning, and I can naturally guess the ending, the ending that belongs to us.

Are they together? Are they together?

No matter who he is, he hopes to find a Ling Ziyue like Yun Che, a person who makes him so persistent, and a person who will make people fall in love with him forever. At the same time, the son of Yun Che and Ling Ziyue was named "Yun Qing". Yun Che said that the arrival of this child was the first time in his life that Yun Che fell in love with him. And what I want to say is that only this "cloud color" can devote all his life's love to it. Although it is taken from the story of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Han Yan, from between the lines, you can still feel Donggua's delicate description and unique portrayal of the characters in her heart. This is her story, unique. There are not too many little girls' love affairs, not too many entanglements between you and me, but only the growth path of Yun Che's imperial talent and domineering power, and Ling Ziyue who has always been by his side, giving him endless motivation and support. What we see more is her unrivaled backbone and courage, her outstanding strategy and resourcefulness, and her pure sincerity and sincerity. The background of the ancient palace style is inevitably a bit heavy. I think this article should be of a slow-burning type. It is not fascinating at first glance, but when you see the wonderful things, especially when Yun Che gives Ziyue a chance to leave her, but she devotes herself to this palace as deep as the sea without hesitation, just because there are people she wants to protect there, her emotions burst out in an instant. It is gorgeous and addictive, and my heart is inexplicably moved by them. Yun Che's efforts are indeed worth it! As for the ending, it seems hasty, but it is also the best ending. Ziyue has a free soul like the wind, and she is as free and uninhibited as a cloud. If she stays in the palace, no matter how beautiful the bird is, it will not be able to show its graceful flying grace. Yun Che showed his ambitions and his outstanding imperial style because of his status as an emperor, but because of this, he was unable to fulfill his dream of not being bound by the woman he loved. He was helpless, but also lucky, because Ling Ziyue also fell in love with him and was worthy of his love. It was an ending worth remembering~ As for the so-called "plagiarism of history" that many readers have, it is really incomprehensible. Whether it is Yihanhe's "Golden Diao Ying Rangnon" (the story of Chen Qian and Han Zigao in the Southern Dynasty) or Li Xin's "Beautiful Country" (the story of Liu Xiu and Yin Lihua) that I have read before, aren't they all using their own language to describe historical stories? Aren't they all the same without losing their style and uniqueness? The same is true for Dong Gua's "Yunding". From the first time I watched Dong Gua's "Entering the Opera", I was fascinated by her writing. European and American style language is concise, powerful yet vivid. The narrative is as smooth and flowing as flowing clouds, and the emotions are as mellow and long as wine. I really like every character she conceived. They are really unique and the emotions are really touching. I have already told Donggua that writing novels should be a happy and enjoyable process. Authors are generally full of delicate feelings and romance. They use their own language to weave the stories they dream up in their hearts to resonate with readers. This is a very fulfilling thing. Following what you want, you may be under pressure, but what you show in this way is the inner world of a true author. Regardless of the advantages or disadvantages, we should treat them rationally. No one's ideas are completely consistent, so the author cannot be exactly the same as his own fantasy. If it was all expected, wouldn't there be no surprises at all? Isn't it? I really like the story of Yun Che and Ling Ziyue, and the cool and unrestrained lyrics: Zi's joy becomes the wind, and the dust spreads thousands of miles. But for your sake, I have lingered till now.

Inexplicably sentimental, I think it's He but I also think it's Be

Did the male protagonist deceive Ouyang through a trick? 23333 Although it's a lot late, it's good.

Is this he? Are we together?

… Is this HE?

Suddenly I want to read martial arts novels, such as "The Best in the World", "Swordsman", "Gods and Couples", etc. It is a hundred times more desirable than the emperor going to court every day and visiting the harem every day.

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Where is the promised HE? ! ! ! Cry to death! ! ! !