I was extremely proud of myself for coming up with this story, but as I wrote it, it was completely different = =
Old copy:
The son of an incomparably beautiful princess and an incomparably handsome general, a beginning of ridicule and scolding, and an eternally happy ending.
The Lord of the Demon Palace, who is full of loneliness, has three hundred beauties in his five palaces, but no one can take his eyes off him.
The heavy rain of pear blossoms, the tragic song of farewell to the king, the melancholy sound of the flute, and the mournful scream are all examples of a woman who is unique in the world, but she is so unlucky.
The king is not the king, the minister is not the minister, the father is not the father, the son is not the son, the grievances and resentments of the two generations are about to emerge, love and hatred are inextricable and indistinguishable.
New copy:
Pulling, pulling someone, I don't know whether it is from ancient times to the present, or from the sky to the earth.
Don't I just like the elegance of pear blossoms? Don't I just like to torture both the body and mind...
Why did Mao write that I was taken away by the people in the drama = =I was tortured so much...
What was originally a neat little piece of writing turned out to be so serious.
Originally, the princess was from the first point of view, but she turned out to be a female and became the protagonist = =
It's so annoying to me...
Let's just make do with it... Maybe I can write hundreds of thousands of words, and then finally find a character worthy of the protagonist's name, and then overhaul it from scratch...