Dusk falls.
The wine enters the sad intestines, and the sweet wine burns in the throat.
He looked up at his wife's portrait, and the scorching heroic eyebrows in the painting were also looking at him.
He took off his court clothes and took his wife's clothes, which were fragrant and fragrant, vaguely like her old body fragrance. He hung the floor-length skirt, enchanting ribbons, and exquisite accessories all on himself.
Lightly dyed rouge.
Take a picture of yourself in the mirror.
He looked at his face, as if the soul of his deceased wife had returned in the dim candlelight. Opposite shadow, three people.
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The wise and kind-hearted artist vassal king has a graceful literary talent.
The heroic princess of the Kingdom of Shangguo has extraordinary knowledge.
It should have been a love story passed down among the people, right?
However, she died in his expectant eyes, in the prayers of all people, and in the chanting of monks.
The eccentric young feudal lord was struck by longing for him. He said,
After losing my wife, I want to live like her...
So the rebellious minister killed this weird monarch.
Facing the predicted death, he could only look at the portrait of his wife splattered with his own blood and smile sadly.