"Xie Li, are you leaving?" Shangguan Shen pulled her piano case.
Xie Li let go of his hand and the box fell open. The pipa rolled down and made a trill. The horses were frightened and took two steps back. Behind them were a hundred thousand soldiers and horses, standing under the mountain temple.
What a similar scene.
If she had never turned on the lamp to take a look at Zheng Yue's face, if Shangguan Shen had never blown off her veil——
There is no if for everything.
Just as she killed the 400,000 Lingzhou soldiers,
Just as Zheng Yue bore all the resentments for her,
Just as she had decided to escape,
Right now.
She couldn't let him go again.
Zheng Yue.
She lowered her eyes and smiled: "Your Majesty, farewell."
Intention: Family, country and world, love, hatred and hatred