The Evil One Awaits Your Return

That year, Chang'an was filled with flying flowers, and the sound of killings outside the Great Wall continued. Swords and swords flashed with blood, and horses clashed with each other. Chariots and horses roared, and in the vast wilderness, corpses were wrapped in horse leather, and blood flowed like rivers. Wearing silver armor and holding a spear in his hand, he fought against the wind in the fierce wind. With his vigorous martial posture, he seemed to be interpreting a legend of protecting his family and country with his life. Falling red fills the sky, the gentle breeze is like water, under the peach blossom tree, the beautiful lady is dressed up, the world is so far away, and she misses her in the small building. She stands under the peach blossom tree, with petals flying all over her body. Her lovesickness touches the peach blossoms, and she flies to an unknown distance with the wind. The sound of war in his ears swallowed up the wilderness, and the blood in the wind was as strong as wine. He stood with a gun on top of thousands of corpses, and finally won. However, what was waiting for him in Chang'an was the cheers of Qi State, and his loneliness and sadness. The emperor is kind, thinking that the border fortress has been at war all year round, and the people on the border between the two countries are in dire straits, so he specially uses the princess to marry the other country and build goodwill and friendship between the two countries. In the weeping spring breeze, the geese pass the paper, and the geese also sob after a sad song. Lovers are destined to have difficulty getting married. This season, he returned to the court after a great victory. In this season, she wants to marry thousands of miles away. He and her, she and him, must decide. In the wind and rain, in the streets and alleys, in the abandoned springs of the streets, there are endless legends of heroes and beauties. However, they are not the people in each other's stories. Who can understand and know their stories? The wedding day is coming, she and he must meet. He and she all thought so. When they met belatedly, the two looked at each other speechlessly. There was too much helplessness between them, and too many things made their love difficult. He thought that this was the last time he would see her. After today, she would no longer belong to him. She would be someone else's princess with a distinguished status, and he would still be his general. After today, they each went their own way and returned to their duties. She thought that although she was a princess of a country, she was also a woman. No, she was a simple woman who just wanted to spend her whole life with the person she loved. How could she bear the burden of fighting for glory for her country and marrying in another country? Therefore, she wants to resist, even if she ends up with her head and body in a different place, all she wants is to hold his hand and walk for a long time. "Take me away!" Finally, she said the words she had screamed a thousand times in her heart. However, he turned around and left, failing this beautiful family and the lifelong promise he made that year. The oath was still in his ears, as if it was yesterday, but he turned his back to her and stayed so far away. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she lightly opened her red lips, "Shangxie... Shangxie! I want to know you, and live forever. There are no mountains, no tombs, no rivers, winter thunder shakes summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are harmonious, so I dare to be with you!" This was their agreement, she thought, but he still didn't look back. It turned out that in his eyes, the stability of the country was always the first priority. It is said that the beautiful couple like flowers will never be able to live up to the passing of time, but she did not lose to the passing of time. She lost to the world and his faith as a general. The choking sound behind his ears was like a wild wave that swept him into the torrent of memories, surging and swallowing his heart. Under the scorching peach blossoms, the woman smiled like a flower and sang "Shangxie" softly. The man smiled softly, his eyes full of tenderness, and promised her a lifelong marriage. The scorching peach blossoms burned someone's eyes and heart, and made someone shed tears silently. From beginning to end, she mustered up great courage to miss him, wait for him, and be willing to leave everything for him. However, he failed her, he was cowardly, and he could not abandon the country. It turns out that from beginning to end, it was she who was chanting "Shang Xie" with her life. . On that day, she was dressed in red and trailing to the floor, and Shi Shiran got into the wedding car. Looking back, she seemed to have endless reluctance to leave this city. Perhaps, it was just because there was him in this city. In the crowd, their eyes touched each other, and something was biting each other bit by bit. The red rain has fallen, dyeing this season red, but her wedding dress is even more gorgeous than the red rain. She opened her lips, as if she wanted to chant "Shangxie" again, but unexpectedly, what she said was "I am willing to break up with you." In the end, she chose the rest of her life with the faith that a princess should have. Shi Jian carved her name, but it wasted away her eternal lovesickness. I don't know who in this world would be willing to die alone for whom, who would join hands with someone for the rest of his life, who would lose beauty for whom and treasure it for the rest of his life? But he would die alone for her and carve her name on the tombstone that was unique to him. With this love, who knows if he really failed her in the first place? Who can tell clearly who is affectionate, who is ruthless, and who is betraying whom? Everything is covered with dust. He would wait for her by the Wangchuan River, by the Santu River, and in front of Sansheng Stone, and she would too, he knew. The world cannot continue forever, and we will eventually meet again in the River of Forgetfulness. The flying flowers have been scattered for thousands of years, but Chang'an remains the same, but their stories can no longer be found.