Emperor Wu of Han: Liu-Wei / Huo-Wei, Dark Eyes, Cold Eyes, Fire Eyes

The quality of fan fiction written n years ago is really high (wiping away tears)

I read it once in high school and now I'm about to graduate from college and I'm still in tears. The emperor can kill people but it's difficult to keep people alive. People can't ask for help. It's so powerless and sad in the face of life and death... In the end, the happiest illusion that His Majesty saw, a family of freedom and happiness, really made me cry multiple times.

Deep love will not last long, but love will die young. Extreme strength will lead to humiliation, extreme wisdom will lead to injury. ——If you want to live longer, more securely, without humiliation or injury, you have to be ruthless and stupid...

As I get older, I really can't read sadistic stories, even though the author tried his best to downplay the separation and give them a happy ending. Looking at the comments carefully written by fans from 17 to 18 years ago in the comment area, I feel a thousand emotions in my heart. Good works can transcend time, and the people who shine in history and their unforgettable feelings will also transcend time. Shi Tong is not only a "cp fan" for me, but also a kind of comfort like meeting a close friend. At this moment when it is extremely difficult to "empathize", I no longer expect to get "understanding" and "support" from the people around me. However, everything and any psychology can be traced in history. History is objective and serious, and Shi Tong makes it possible for me to go upstream along the river of time to find the resonance of a certain moment. Black Cold Fire is so well written, and the ending also fulfills the dreams of many of my friends Liu Weihuo and his family. This is one of the reasons why I love Shi Tong. It creates a safe haven in the cruelty of human metabolism. When I feel heartache and don't want to face it, there is a place where I can be an ostrich and just bury my head in the sand and take a rest without listening, watching or thinking. Thanks again [hold fist]

It's true that I shed tears after watching it. Among history fans, Wei Qing is my favorite, followed by Yue Fei and Han Xin. The author writes really well! ! I finally found the article I was looking for... Woo hoo hoo... Take out a tissue and cry for a while longer

Good article When I saw the end, I felt like this was history, that there had really been such love and such companionship. Very touched. Huo Wei is also good, but I think it is more like a family relationship.

Thirty years of friendship between the emperor and his ministers is like a spring water in the Hetao Plain, moistening the green grass and making it clear to the bottom. Don't cry, don't cry, Emperor Wu should guard the lower reaches of the Huo River together! [Purple Sugar]kswl

I couldn't stop crying after reading the last few chapters. For Huo Qubing For Wei Qing Also for Liu Che Huo Shao has been in love with his uncle for more than ten years. Across the world and criticism, he can only bury his love deeply in his heart, act coquettishly in front of his uncle, and long for Wei Qing's embrace. When he left, he was smiling. He was finally able to tell Wei Qing his feelings that he had been holding on to, and he was finally able to stay away from the eyes of the world and be with his uncle forever. Huo Qubing gradually felt some intoxicating coolness from the burning heat. The sky gradually became brighter, with a hint of crimson from the morning glow in the light blue, reflecting the thousands of miles of snow line in the Qilian Mountains like a jade dragon running through it. The autumn wind made ripples in the weak water, and his uncle's warm and clear eyes brought cool comfort... Holding his hand and sitting by the weak water, his uncle gently used the cool autumn water to wash his face, and the cool, gentle, cloud-like, safe and familiar embrace embraced him. The uncle held him gently, kissed his eyes with soft lips, and the fire in his eyes gradually went out. In the clear reflection of weak water, he and his uncle were reflected. His eyes were as cold as spring water... Huo Qubing smiled... "Qu Bing will always love my uncle... Uncle, look at the pastures in the north. The sky is so blue! Look at the eagle! Look at the stream! Uncle... Look at the Qilian Mountains that are as long as a jade dragon... Look at the foot of the mountain that is shining like broken gold is Weishui... Uncle..." "Uncle! Look, I'm here!!" "Uncle, hurry up!" "Uncle, I know I made a mistake..." "Uncle! Uncle! Uncle--" "Uncle... Qu Bing actually loves you..." Needless to say, the image of Wei Qing was shaped by the adults. Before going to see Huo Qubing, he finally faced his feelings, finally stopped hiding, and finally was able to stay with Liu Che forever. Liu Cheqiang restrained his hands from shaking and pried open the paint. Gritting his teeth, closing his eyes, he slowly opened the letter box, not daring to look inside for a long time. The red light of the morning sun emerged, and Liu Che opened his eyes heartily. The glow shines into the box... Carp Tips... Liu Che suddenly slumped beside the desk, his mind went blank, his rapid breathing made his heart beat so fast that he almost vomited. With trembling hands, he struggled to pull out a piece of plain silk from the brocade bag. Liu Che unfolded it against the morning glow, and the red light dyed the snow-white plain silk. There are only six words: "Add meals, long memories..." Liu Che was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this was Zhongqing's handwriting... This plain silk was not the one he gave to Zhongqing. One of the corners of the silk was burned by him when he was rescued by Ganquan Palace that year... It was Zhongqing's new letter to him... Then what he wrote to Zhongqing will remain in Zhongqing's arms forever... "Zhong Qing..." Liu Che has won the heart of Wei Shuai, and I think it is a relief to have him go (it means that PIA is not cursing him to death~~), but to go to another world, to gallop with his Zhongqing, and no longer have any bonds. Liu Che felt a twinge of pain in his heart, so he supported him, pursed his lips tightly, slowly bent down, and helped him up, "It's... It's Zhong Qing... Is it my Zhong Qing..." "Your Majesty?" The familiar figure raised his eyes, his clear eyes like a spring stream, draining away the resentment in his black eyes. "Who said His Majesty is old?" Han Mu looked at him doubtfully. "Am I not old yet?" Wei Qing shook his head. "Zhongqing, you don't need to comfort me. Look at my hand..." Liu Che stretched out his hand to show him. The hands have become plump and round again... "?" Wei Qing looked at his hands inexplicably, then looked at him again. "This..." Liu Che himself was a little confused. Wei Qing pulled him to the stream. Liu Che looked at the reflection in the water in surprise. His hair was jet black, his long and straight eyebrows slanted into the sky, his high bridge of nose set off his deep black eyes, and his angular lips were carefully trimmed with a thick black mustache that exudes nobility. Liu Che was overjoyed for a while, "Zhong Qing!!" His Zhongqing Yingrui's face showed his usual generous and restrained look, and his cold eyes showed his easy-going good nature. "Why is Zhongqing here?" "Didn't your Majesty tell me to wait? Does your Majesty want to see Heshuo Grassland?" "That's right!!" Liu Che seemed to suddenly realize something, and suddenly thought of something, "Where is that bastard Huo Qubing?" "I'm playing with Huan'er at home... Your Majesty, get on your horse." Huo Guang watched helplessly as the frowning frost-white eyebrows gradually unfurled, and the corners of the bloodless mouth drew a smile line... Ever since he was enshrined in Mount Taishan in the fifth year of Yuanfeng, he had never seen His Majesty smile so relieved and peacefully... After all, they all went there with a smile, to join hands in the end of the world, and they stopped there, with no more regrets. "The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow and the wild geese return south. The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I can't forget the beauty I have. The floating boats come to the Fen River, and the waves are flowing across the middle. The flutes and drums are singing. There is great joy but there is a lot of sadness. When I am young, I am so old -" Liu Che and Wei Qing walked side by side. In the Heshuo grassland, green jade is dyed, goshawks are circling, and in the vertical streams and ravines, Huo Qubing holds Huan'er in his arms with one hand, and holds the silk reins of the sweaty horse with the other hand, galloping over. The water splashed everywhere, and Hua'er giggled. Liu Che looked at Wei Qing with a smile, and Wei Qing also looked at Liu Che with a smile. "Zhongqing, I also said that I want to visit the East China Sea." Wei Qing nodded easily. "No!! Uncle! Let's go see Qilian Mountain first!" "Uncle, Qilian Mountain——" Seeing this, I actually laughed. I wonder if others would send me to a mental hospital if they saw me crying and laughing at the same time - -||| Seeing the wild boar and Xiao Huo start to fight for Wei Shuai again, it seems like seeing the battlefield filled with gunpowder and vinegar, and poor Wei Shuai has become a sandwich pie again~~ You are one of the best writers I have ever seen, and one sentence can often influence our emotions~ Here's my tribute to you Great support~!

I can't help but feel sad and shed tears after reading it, especially when the hero finally regains his true love and enjoys his glorious years, he will unconsciously lament that life is a drop in the ocean. I like Liu Wei, and I also like the teacher. His writing is very good.

It's so good. It's almost twenty years old.