After a while, the clouds turned white, and the camellias bloomed again in early spring.
"I don't want to, I don't want to enter the palace. I would rather stay in this teahouse for the rest of my life and stay with you here. This is what I want to never be apart from each other." Anan raised her eyes and stared into his eyes as she spoke word by word. Looking at the tenderness of the person in front of her, she stretched out her hand and knocked her forehead softly.
"Why don't you believe me?!"
"Believe it? How do you believe it? Nowadays, the slave is already a foreign object to the emperor. I dare not cross it. I beg the emperor to let the slave live."
"Okay, Anan, you are really so heartless, you really want to leave me alone."
"Seriously."
"This love should last forever. If you don't care, I will leave." The bright yellow robe stayed in place for a long time, and finally waved away, and another camellia fell from the tree.
In the hundred-mile palace, there are flowers blooming at night, and only a graceful hibiscus can be seen. The white gauze on her face is fluttering, which arouses anyone's heartstrings.
"Luqiu Xuanye, see you, Your Majesty." The man was dressed in a dark green robe, with a cold and arrogant face. He cupped his fists and bowed forward in greeting.
"Daughter Mo Li, please see the Emperor." The white gauze fluttered on the woman's face as she moved. The person on the dragon chair tightened his eyes and stared at the half of the white gauze.
Anan was lying on the grass under the tree, looking up at the sky, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and he couldn't help laughing.
"Time is like poetry, we join hands to reach each other. The clouds are deep and cannot be crossed, and love and hate are boundless."
This article is fictional history, and any similarities are purely coincidental.
Intention: Growing up in love and hate