There is no reason not to eat the fresh meat that is brought to your mouth.
However, Lin Qing's piece of meat was a piece of fish, tender and delicious, but with sharp thorns, and his mouth was filled with blood as soon as he took a bite.
No matter how fresh and tender the meat is, no one would dare to eat it.
However, what he met was Yan Chen.
This is a variable.
A poor boy who has enough to eat but the whole family is not hungry; a troubled prince and grandson whose heart is as high as the sky and whose fate is as thin as paper.
Accomplished fame, but lost love.
History is a record book of the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, carrying the joys and sorrows of thousands of generations, but what about the swan? What about the chaffinch? How history is written is only in the mouths of today's people and the pens of future generations;
The torrent of time rolls by, and the beauty and withered bones are only fleeting. Those figures who have worked tirelessly for fame and fortune are even thrown into the flow of time. Who can still remember them at all?
As the saying goes, the ink pen is hard to retain, and the warm and rainy Jiangnan Heroes Tomb