Six years ago, Tang Xiaowan, the fourth daughter of Prime Minister Tang's family, amazed everyone with her song of joy.
The sound of the music was so melodious that even the most famous luthier in the palace couldn't help but lament that young people are terrible, but the person who composed and played the music was just a young girl who had just reached the age of cardamom.
Two years later, the prince who had the most holy heart proposed to marry him, but his newlywed wife disappeared overnight, and the prince was also ordered to go to war on his wedding day.
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The four seasons in Bodhi Valley are like spring, there is no snow all year round, and tomorrow comes tomorrow. I don't know when it will be time to return.
Tang Xiaowan saw Song Junyao again, but it was on a blood-stained battlefield.
Heavy snow fell one after another, as if to hide everything, falling on the black hair and stopping on the cold armor. After the sun rose, the ice and snow melted.
The frost and snow blowing all over my head can be regarded as a white head.
Tang Xiaowan: I have died twice in my life, once when I was forced to leave you, and once when I found you in the cold snow.