After meeting each other for many years, at that time, he was a frustrated prince who kept a low profile and had deep ambitions; she was a concubine of a general with delicate eyes and indifferent to the world; he planned the plot intentionally, but she had no intention of getting involved; they just felt each other's atmosphere on the turbulent road in the rivers and lakes, in the bloody wind.
As the night fell, he smiled evilly and said, "Girl, I and I are really like each other and are close friends!"
But she faced him with her sword in hand, her eyebrows slightly raised, "It smells bad, that's shit, just like you."
The palace is full of strife, and evil intentions are hidden. In the end, the poisonous love and hatred only bring about overwhelming destruction, beautiful women, and unclear grievances.
However, the appearance is gone, but the heart is not.
When the charming lady in red robes and silver armor stepped through the palace gate, facing each other with a sword, "Your Majesty, you are fine!" The noble and cold man suddenly turned from sadness to joy, joy and sadness again, and finally said with a bitter smile and tears, "My dear concubine, you are fine!"
This entangled love along the way, is it the cold sword blades fighting each other on a cold night, the warm breath in the croaker tent, the red sleeves dancing among the flying flowers, or the silent tears beside Leng Yue's grave?
The phoenix, the lord of all birds, dies in the fire and is reborn by quenching the blood. The Buddha calls it nirvana.
Lovers, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, are ultimately just a delusion, what the Buddha calls reincarnation.
It's just that this Nirvana reincarnation has confused someone's mind and ruined someone's life.