When Shaoluqiuqiu is assassinated, the grace of saving his life is due to origin; when he is alone in a room on the farm, he takes good care of him and his love arises; There was a music of piano and harp in front of the palace, and then the love was settled. The love was as deep as the sea, and when we fell in love and knew each other, but there was an emergency in the north, we had to go there. We thought it was just a separation, but it turned out to be a farewell. From then on, it is difficult to meet him again in the blue sky. Maybe we are destined to see him again in the next life. If so, what if there is no fate? No one remembers him anymore, no one remembers her anymore, no one knows about the love they had between them. As long as they think of all living beings, she is no longer her, and he is no longer her general, they dare not bet on the slightest chance of fate. If we can meet again in the next life, I only hope that the lovers will finally get married, and there will be no pain of separation in life and death. I have been waiting for a thousand years in the boundless fire of karma, just to remember you. I walked the Huangquan Road, passed the Sansheng Stone, and stepped on the Naihe Bridge, but I didn't take the Meng Po Soup. I turned around and jumped into the boundless Wangchuan River. A thousand years later, I will be able to find you. I stayed in the darkness, endured the burning of karma, watched you walk across the Naihe Bridge again and again, drank a bowl of Mengpo soup again and again, and washed away the marks on me again and again. The copywriter Xiaobai tells the story of a generation of princesses and generals who fell in love and did not want to drink Meng Po soup and be reincarnated after death, so they threw themselves into the Wangchuan River and waited for a thousand years to find their beloved lover who had been reincarnated for unknown generations. But. . . What's going on? ! Queen! Where is my lover?
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