Qulan Looking Back Ⅰ

The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, and the materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. Originally, it was a fairy dancing in clothes, dancing in Can Hong, playing flower slave drums, singing and dancing gracefully, and dancing in the clouds. I have no choice but to go to the palace to make peace with the royal family. I am shackles for half my life. My soul is like a curtain of dreams. How can I be together and understand each other? From now on, I will be in the shadow of the lamp. The flowers are falling, the branches are falling, the palace is ruthless and desolate? The family is in ruins, there is nothing to hang on, and the thin lanterns are everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. Dragon and phoenix pendant, white jade pendant, and konghou, we see each other again after seeing each other. Unable to break my heart, I have lost my youth. I say goodbye to the dragon and phoenix children, and I am alone in the south of the Yangtze River. I shed tears and miss you. The same dawn wind and waning moon are bleak and miserable. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears. In the misty and rainy land of the south of the Yangtze River, no one takes pity on you, so you can get drunk in the red building. Hate, hate that that gentle body was given to others. The ancient pavilion of Yage is ruthless. Fortunately, I met Liu Gongzi and watched the white embankment covered with snow, the mist filling the deep lanes, the water reflecting the flowers and rain, and the sunset dyeing the broken bridge. Passing the time with sadness and lingering. The butterflies turn into butterflies, the skylarks fly out, sighing, sighing that the world of mortals is far away. But no matter what, we are destined but not destined. I remember you again when I was just feeling sad. Leaving the south of the Yangtze River, I am searching alone, the road is so long, and in my dream there are cold flowers separated by jade flutes. Entering deep into the mountains, there are no lush forests or bamboos, but ferocious pines and cypresses. It is difficult to shed tears, and the fragrant quilt feels like a distant dream. After being rescued by a hero, he entered the Shuibo village. His love was so deep that it was hard to resist, so he no longer remembered the old days. The iron horse was trapped in the battlefield, but the body was wrapped in horse leather and returned. He smiled at the fate and returned to the palace. It turned out that it had been a dream for more than ten years. Falling on the Broken Heart Cliff, it was too late to reach him. Looking back again, he left Jin Yilang behind. Farewell, farewell to earthly love, but how can the word love be said? When that breathtakingly beautiful figure descended from Broken Heart Cliff, everyone's hearts fell silent. Whether it is Murong Jieyuan, the filial and pure empress with a beautiful heart, or Li Shengge, the world-famous oiran in Yangzhou, or Murong Shilan, a simple embroiderer in a country workshop, or even Mu Yiyi, the leader of the bandit village who is admired by everyone, Chuzhen, the dancing god who is supported by thousands of people in the western desert, and Yanhe Dayi, who is suddenly favored by the enemy outside the Great Wall. But none of this is what she wants. She no longer knows who she is? Destiny is nothing but reincarnation. She wants the honor and wealth of the harem, the chicness and freedom of a brothel, the carefreeness and innocence of the countryside, the loyalty and sincerity of the village, the freedom and relief of the sudden country, and what she misses is the stunning appearance of the dancing god Chu Zhen. And the person she loves, and the person who loves her. An unfortunate fate brought everything back to the starting point. On the edge of the Broken Heart Cliff, there is only a sentence that has been passed down by future generations for thousands of years: How can the word "love" be so important? After all, there is no way to escape fate. Qu Lan looks back on his life of twists and turns. Ahem, a disclaimer, this article is by no means one woman and N men, to be precise, it is N women and N men. . The protagonist's feelings are just the main line. . There are many, many branch lines,,~~ The story has been written, but I don't know how many words or parts it will be. . ~\(≧▽≦)/~You have to jump into the big pit~~ Might be a bit lengthy. . But a certain dance will definitely write the transition between each stage without leaving any trace, and write it realistically~ I have a lot more during the summer vacation, and I am about to graduate. . It's really a big pit... Finally, I would like to declare that there are only three main parts, and the dancing god, embroiderer and village master are only a small part~~ So there is still hope after finishing writing. .