In the first life, she was selected into the palace, but after waiting for five years, she still didn't see the dragon's face. When the emperor died, she was buried as usual. The man who made her wait all her life and withered her entire life, she never saw him, never heard him say a word to her, but in the end, she died for him.
In this life, they have no fate.
In the second life, he was a handsome young man, wearing white brocade clothes, riding a horse, with a jade flute on his waist; she was a boudoir lady, and she met him by chance during an outing. They hit it off immediately, and he played a song for her and gave her a flute before leaving, as she was interested in concubine.
She promised that he would come to look for her again, but what she was waiting for was someone else's invitation.
I begged someone to find out about him. It turned out that he had been killed by an adulterer and his whole family was guilty. She ran away to find him in person, tried her best to meet him, and told him that she would definitely wait for his return.
In order to get her married, her family lied to her that he had died in exile.
She cried so hard for him that her eyes were broken, she was exhausted both physically and mentally, and died in ecstasy.
He was finally aggrieved and happily came to her house to apply for a job, only to find out that she was no longer there.
He vomited a mouthful of blood, fell seriously ill, and could no longer play the flute.
In this life, they are destined to have no fate.
In this third life, she finally met him again.
However, the blood-stained country has long since changed its color, and everyone is drowning in the river of fate and cannot help themselves...
This time, what kind of love will be written under the splendid peach blossoms?