The narrow alley and the red gate, the snow falling like dust,
The war and the iron horse are nothing more than a dream, but in the end it is all in vain.
"Rong'er, no!" I yelled at the top of my lungs with all my strength,
My cry echoes in this bright hall for a long time,
Yinrong rushed to my father-in-law and thrust his belly into my sword.
The bright red blood spread like a spring in an instant, dyeing the snow-white gauze red.
I rushed forward and caught the faltering voice in my arms.
My tears, drop by drop, blended with Yin Rong's blood.
Yin Rong slowly stretched out her slender hand and brushed my cheek.
"Brother Cong, don't do anything stupid." She smiled, took a breath, and continued: "He is your biological father."
"Rong'er, why are you so stupid?"
"Brother Cong, you like me, right?"
"Rong'er, stop talking, cover the wound, and I'll take you to the imperial doctor."
"No, Brother Cong... I'm a little scared, please hug me, Brother Cong."
I hugged Yinrong tightly and let her breath dissipate in this world bit by bit. There was nothing I could do.
I leaned over and kissed her, and whispered in her ear: "Rong'er, wait for me."
She slowly opened her eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Cong, I'll wait for you."
I picked up the sword and stabbed it into my belly. My blood instantly spread on the black bricks and glazed tiles of the Guangming Hall.
I struggled to crawl over a little bit with my body, and held Rong'er's hand.
"Rong'er, we'll see you at the bottom of the spring later."
In the next life, I will still be your brother Cong!
He was originally a descendant of the Xiao family in Lanling and the eldest son of the Liang Kingdom. He followed God's will and inherited the throne.
But my mother died young, and I was the most unpopular prince. I hate him, I hate Liang Guo, I hate the imperial city, extremely.
That day, she was wearing a purple cloak and appeared in a patch of white snow.
Like a gentle breeze on a warm day, blowing into my cold heart.
It turns out that in my heart buried in hatred, I still have a whole sea of flowers.
A lifetime of nightmares, half a lifetime of love.
In the end, it was all in vain.
Underground, Huangquan
Naihe beside the bridge,
It should be a field of pink flowers,
Rong'er, when we meet under the underworld, don't go against what I said today.
Intention: Life is just a nightmare, everything is in vain