Limit of 500 words. Since ancient times, beauties have taken away lives. The beauty in pink wants to have his heart broken. The king has no way to return. ,, And the waves of blood surged into the sky in anger. The servant father's charming brother has an unparalleled beauty and confuses the king. Three thousand pink ladies turn into fierce ghosts, disrupting the court's order, and the smoke of war breaks out. A hundred years of beacon fire has turned the sky into a sky, and the ten rooms and nine empty spaces are like ghosts; once the thousand-foot-long jade pavilion rises, the victorious dynasty turns into smoke; the stars change in bloody storms, and the heroes compete in a chaotic world. In the ruthless places at the end of the world, the black ice has first formed and is cold to the bones, and the heart is as solid as rock and as steel; the gate of the immovable palace is as closed as a mountain, and the heart is cold and snowy, and I can cry for help. What can I do if there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood? When the child knelt down, the heavens were shaken, and the Phoenix God broke his oath and came out again. The clouds on the back hand, the rain on the hand, the imperial examination and the imperial power; the blood dyes the eternal beauty, the bones pave the imperial road