★"A Riding on the Red Dust Concubine's Laughter" has been published as a book, and only a small amount of the full text is available for preview.
Time and space are reversed, and the gears of fate are slowly turning——
Travel back to thirteen hundred years ago,
Her encounter with a beautiful poet is completely contrary to historical facts. Is it fate? !
Stepping into the world of mortals, half-life love is half-lived.
Yao Yao passed away, and I missed you all my life.
The ink pupils are like foam, as quiet as water, and as stumbling as silk. Stepping into the world of mortals, looking back to the sky.
After riding in the world of mortals, the concubine looked back with charm. Looking into love, longing for lovesickness, looking forward to Chang'an for the rest of my life.
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"Here, True Lord Yuhua, please go to sleep."
Regarding the matter of time travel, Sun Kejun, who basically has no meaning in life, has never thought about this slim chance of one in ten million──
However, along with those words of unknown meaning and the piece of jade she carried with her in her pocket, she was brought back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago!
"I'll call you Mo Cheng, okay?"
The first thing I saw was the cold-faced and innocent scholar Li Taibai? Is Du Zimei, the poet who cared about the country and the people, a romantic playboy? Is Meng Haoran, a melancholy poet who has been frustrated all his life, an enchanting beauty?
Why is it that what she sees is different from the one in the book? The Li Bai in the painting is clearly a fat man!
Famous historical figures passed by her eyes. She originally thought it was luck, but she gradually discovered clues from the coincidence...
When the past of thousands of years came overwhelmingly towards her, she fell in love with him, entered the palace, and fled away from him, everything was gradually no longer clear──
"Jun'er, let's go quickly."
The trend of history is overturning. Should she bear the fate of three lives or escape?
If we are destined to be sad for three lifetimes when we meet, wouldn't we rather never meet──
What she carries the most is not the past that does not belong to her, but the sadness that he cannot bear for her, the waiting and mourning for three lives...
"Mo Cheng... Will you wait for me in the next life?"
"If there is an afterlife..." She stretched out her hand to touch his pale face, and the smile on her lips became more and more painful.
"If there is an afterlife... Don't meet me again."
Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opened on the top of the mountain. Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee.
───Tang. Du Mu "Passing through Qinghua Palace"
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