The west wind has gone, the east wind has risen, and the horses' hooves have fallen across the rivers and mountains, destroying them.
The flowing clouds are falling, the beacon smoke is rising, who are we crying for, the pavilion in the dream
Wrong, wrong, wrong
The dynasty comes to an end, and the waves begin. To save the king, he will die a thousand times with a single promise.
The heart is gone, the love is gone, the beauty will pass away, and it will be difficult to get back to yesterday.
Mo, mo, mo!
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The prime minister's daughter has always been either rich or noble. This is an eternal law.
But it also bound two generations of women.
It's just that if you love solitude wholeheartedly, you will eventually be disturbed by worldly things and cannot escape.
One is as gentle as jade, and both yearn for solitude, but find it difficult to follow the path of solitude.
One is ambitious and arrogant, except for power; he uses everything for the sake of power.
One is steady and resourceful, and can be called a dragon or a phoenix among men, but he has to submit to others, willing to be coerced, and held hostage for three years. Is he really willing to do so?
And I, who thought I would never get married until I die of old age, why did I get married, reluctantly, but love without regret?
Husband, are you my beloved?
Or in your heart, I am not as good as Dynasty?
Having entered the world, struggling is useless.
The dream of the dynasty has nothing to do with women, so why should I be used as an excuse?
A bitter sigh turns into a thousand kinds of tenderness, but all kinds of tenderness cannot bring back the beloved.
Daughter is sad, daughter is resentful, daughter is hateful----------
Dynasty or me, which one do you want?