It is said that in ancient times, two people were on their way, one going south and the other going north, and finally met at a place.
Beikui, tell me, where will we meet next? When I was a child, you were my playmate in the palace; when I was young, you were my scholar; later, you were my general; finally, you were my first wife...
Nang Zhe, there is always no good outcome for an enemy who helps his own genocide kill his own kin.
But I have no regrets because I love you.
Just like all the lights during the festival that year, they were lit just for you. Note:
1. There are many loopholes in this article, and if the writing is not good, please do not compare or cue.
2. As for the content and plot, I can write whatever I like. If you don't want to watch it, just get out of here. When I write an article, I want to open a door. I open the door, but I don't invite you in, and I don't deliberately ask you to stay. If you want to leave, just leave cleanly. Don't let the soup drop. Don't scold those who quit, because it's their freedom to look, and it's their freedom not to look.
3. This dynasty does not exist in history. It is made up by me, and there are still some plots. It is also fictional, so please do not take it seriously. Those who want to study history, you should just read your history books. Then I have a bad temper. It's common for me to spit out fragrance, so don't treat me like a scholar. Even true men of letters can use foul language.
Determination: Determine your uncle's intention.