He is the most outstanding young man from an aristocratic family in this small town. My heart secretly promises to wait for the moon in the west chamber, and the flowers on the wall are reflected in the wind.
When the war came, Huan Bao kept the little emperor and was chased by Qing soldiers all the way to the southwest. It was said that he died in the war in Burma. Zhao finally refused to give in to his family and married into the richest Hua family in the city. When they met him again, he already had a six-year-old child.
He said he had always cared about me and came back to pick up Zhao, but Zhao's family discovered that Zhao had drunk the poisoned wine with a smile.
Then, my soul looked at the child singing "Mother, mother, to the southwest..."
Three hundred and sixty years later...
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