Shaoqing

"I'm going back to this, but you are no longer here..." The man on the imperial chair murmured. The wind that slipped in through the window lattice rolled up his clothes. The dragon pattern with cold silver light on the dark robe seemed to remind him of it all the time... Outside the Qionglou Yuyu is the haze rolling in with the force of five thunders. Finally, he raised his wrist, trembling slightly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell into the vermilion ink. It felt like I had exhausted all my strength to pick up the pen, and it felt like they had walked away for a lifetime. On the table Paper is as white as heart, ink is as red as blood ——The major general has passed away, and he was buried well.