Under the dripping grass eaves, someone bumped into the old lantern in front of the window.
He said that the long love is carved on the stone of three lives, reincarnation in three lives, and dependence on each other.
But Yan Xi, after three lives and three lifetimes, the person remains the same, but where does his love go? Meng Po Tang got into his throat, and he has been a stranger ever since.
He said that if you brush your clothes, it will be so cold that it pierces your bones. How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms? If you don't get it in this life, it will happen again in the next life.
But Yan Xi, if I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? If I knew that I could catch up with whoever was coming, why would you betray me?
He said: "If you brush your clothes, all the traps will be exhausted. If I win the world, I will lose you. If time goes back."
Yan Xi, I just want to stay in front of the Buddha for a long time and kowtow every step of the way, so that you can be safe.
He once leaned on the clouds and laughed at the heartbroken idiots in the world. But now, the world laughs at his infatuation and only begs that person to hold up a lamp and look back.
"Dad, why am I called Fuyi?"
"When it's over, go away, hiding your merits and fame. Fry your clothes. The Liu family has always been by the emperor's side and served the country since ancient times. Dad doesn't expect you to fight in the mountains and the north. I only hope that you will help the emperor to be virtuous and upright, and live up to the people of the country."