The frost and cold are steep, and the fragrance of that jade's death disappears. The dream is heavy and the cardamom is young. Hongfei's snow claws are like the wind entering the dust. But I just want peace and tranquility.
The wind and moon invite each other, and the stars and rivers are far away. Looking back lightly, my beloved smiles. Chunxuan is luxuriant, and mountains and rivers are free from disturbance. Under the brocade quilt, call your wife Jiaojiao again.
"I had a long, long nightmare." Song Zhaoheng said. "In the dream, I was blinded by turbid things. I was willful and reckless. I was eager to do anything and lived in confusion all my life. In the end, I died so lonely and miserable, which is considered a well-deserved death. In fact, it seems that I have been regretting it all my life, and I have been letting down the kindness of the people around me."
"Am I treating you well in the dream?" Lu Huaizhi asked.
"... Very good. It was my stupidity that harmed so many people close to me." Song Zhaoheng looked up. He lowered his eyes and looked at her lovingly.
"Since it's a dream, you don't need to pay too much attention to it. Isn't it a good time now? Who dares to say that my sister-in-law is stupid? The sword in my hand doesn't have eyes."
Song Zhaoheng laughed and said, "You are not so good at coaxing people in the dream."
Lu Huaizhi's eyes were soft, "I only coax you."
Intention: Get up from where you fell
