There is a woman in General Zhao's house who is brave and good at fighting, has an extraordinary temperament, and is not good at female beauty.
The legitimate daughter of the Xuanyuan family is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, is charming and charming, and is extremely intelligent.
That year, she was just in her prime, and her dazzling smile under the sun became an unforgettable warmth in her heart.
That year, she saw her under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and that beautiful figure in the rain of flowers occupied her whole heart until she died.
They got to know each other, fell in love, and finally separated.
She lost everything for her, but she forgot about her at the top of her heart. She put on the wedding dress with a charming appearance, but it was not for her. She experienced the heart-gnawing pain alone, and she shed a tear in the red tent.
She finally closed her eyes, and her eyes seemed to still have the panic on the face of the girl under the osmanthus tree when she first met her.
She sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, looking at the pond, a tear dripping from the corner of her eye, but she didn't know why she was crying, as if she had forgotten a very important person.