The day Shangguan Ling died was the eve of the new emperor Bai Shu's wedding. She locked herself in the tower at Yanmenguan and set a fire.
The fire burned for three days and three nights, like a lonely carnival. All the grass, trees, heaven and earth were burned up, and the love between her and Baizhu was like the scattered feathers of auspicious light among the withered grass, which was burned away bit by bit.
Their encounter was just a joke after all, and the most ridiculous thing among them was that you thought I was invulnerable, and I thought you were invulnerable to all poisons.
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