The next book is "Bodhisattva Man":
A dancing girl from the Western Regions, a relative of the Li family
In front of the exquisite jade dressing table, there are always two golden partridges. Li Xiaogong once asked with a smile: "Why don't you wear those pair of lotus flowers?" She didn't answer, she just whirled around and danced, and the jade belt around her waist turned into solitary smoke in the desert. It was not until the fourteenth year of Zhenguan that Li Xiaogong received the last gift when he was the governor of Guanzhou - the brocade box containing the golden partridge. The bottom of the box was pressed with the fragmentary score of "Bodhisattva Man" written in Sogdian.
"General, does the painting in this painting look like the scene when we first met?" Yu Linglong wrote in the letter. Li Xiaogong suddenly remembered that on the streets of Chang'an twenty years ago, the woman from the Western Regions wearing a veil was adjusting her veil in front of the medicine shop's bronze mirror. At this moment, the golden partridge in his hand glowed coldly under the candlelight, just like the tears in the corners of Yu Linglong's eyes during the last dance.
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Lianhua was a tribute girl from Beilu to Daxia. She was a human being in two generations. People in Daxia looked down upon her status as a "belly grinder". She thought to herself, what about grinding her belly? Yuan Shugui was the queen of Daxia and had served two emperors. Her mother He is the Lord of the Seal of Beilu himself, and although he has served the late King Faxing, the current king, and Prince Xiaowu, his purpose is the same as that of Yuan Shu. Yuan Shu is for the survival of himself and his son, King Su, and his mother is also for the survival of their mother and daughter. Who is inferior to whom?
After her rebirth, Lianhua married Li Cheng, the king of Su who killed her with a black iron sword in her previous life. On their wedding night, King Su rolled his wheelchair and asked her: "An Lianhua, what kind of dirty thing did you bring out? You dare to climb on my bed!" Li Cheng's roar shocked An Lianhua, and the nine phoenixes holding beads on her temples shook and fell, as if even the air was shaking.
In her horror, Lian Hua seemed to see the afterimage of him slashing at her with a sword in the mirror reflected in the mirror, which overlapped with his hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair with bulging veins in this life.
Lotus was shocked by Li Cheng's aura. She recalled the moment when Li Cheng's black iron sword struck down in her previous life. The bloody aura surged over like a tide, wrapping her in despair.
She could hardly breathe, and her heart was beating violently, as if it might stop at any time.
Intention: Life is more important than other people's opinions.