He paid homage to the general in front of the Lingwei Temple and Zhaowu Empress in the Mingshuang Palace. The glory, power, and even the love she cherished in this world were all in her hands, but something seemed to be missing in her heart. In her dreams, there was always heavy snowfall, covering the dark and thick Saibei City Wall. The snow never stopped, piling up layer by layer on her chest, making her breath freezing and her limbs and bones all icy cold.
Before meeting Lu Zhen, Qin Ke couldn't get out of the prison of memories. She thought persistence was love, and she was trapped and bruised in the prison; but there is one person who tells you that life is just a bluff. The history is vast, the world is vast, and the future is boundless.
"Even without me, you will live a magnificent life, and when you grow old you will feel that your trip was well worth it. Your name will always be left in the history books of future generations..."
"Leaving a name is not what I expected. The Zhaowu tablet has been erected in Lingwei Temple for a long time. The false reputation in the world will disappear in just a moment. If I can find you, it will be enough."
"There is a bird in the south, and its name is the . It will not stop unless it is a phoenix tree. It will not eat unless it is made of solid wood. It will not drink unless it is a sweet spring. You compare me to a , but you don't know that among the birds in the world, the ones that live in the phoenix trees are called ."
But she saw the storyteller in the teahouse singing: "That General Zhaowu is incredible, his daughter is better than his son. Retreat from the northern barbarians, seize the Qingyang, and walk to Qifeng Hall another day." She smiled to herself, put down her tea bowl, and went out facing the shining sun.
Purpose: It is false to make achievements and achieve immortality; it is false to cling to the past and not let go; it is false to win love; it is lucky to stay together for a long time.