He is a son born in hatred, and his existence is the hidden pain of that person's life... He is the unfavored third prince. The meaning of his existence is only to atone for his sins and to be beaten endlessly... He is the mysterious master of the 'Liu Shang Pavilion', with a silver mask. Separated from two worlds... He is the best painter in the world, but he still can't draw a simple picture of father and son harmoniously... * "Dad, can't you give your child a little pity?" His eyes looking up were full of expectation, and finally the man left. *"Your Majesty, do you really only have two sons?" The face on the mask is still cold, and the expression under the mask has long been dim. Even if you have an exquisite heart with seven orifices, even if you have a talent for mending, this life will be in vain. He was born into a family of military generals, but he just fell in love with the world... He was unruly, but he couldn't escape the shackles of responsibility... In order to be free, he was not afraid of disobeying his biological father... In order to be free, he was not afraid of challenging the emperor... * "Lu Zizheng, don't you understand the principle of a king wanting his subjects to die?" Long Ranxi looked angry, and the memorial in his hand seemed to be crushed to pieces. Lu Zizheng rolled her eyes at him, with an indifferent expression on her face: "If you want me to die, I will not die. Whoever loves you will die!" Even the silverware in the gold house, even the high official and the generous salary, can't compete with that comfortable smile. He is an emperor who controls the world, and he is born to keep his emotions and anger secret... He is an aloof and cautious overlord who will sacrifice everything for the world... He is a young man crying in the rainy night, helpless and sad... He tried his best to win the world but lost to her... * "It turns out that it was Ran Xi who failed you." Even if the country is picturesque, even if he has the power to dominate the world, this life is just a joke. He is a strategist who wields troops like a god, and has always been as indifferent as dust. He is a filial and sensible son, but he is caught between good and evil in his life... He is a confidant who is willing to die for his friends. He has hated and scolded him, but never I have regretted it... He is the white lotus that blooms in troubled times... * "Luo Yixi, Bai Xiuyu will not let anything happen to you..." Even if there is wind and rain, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, that touch of holiness will still make An Ran smile. Xiaomo's personal column
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