The drizzle is continuous, and the biting cold wind is mixed with fine snow. The main hall is majestic and solemn, and several plum trees outside the hall are in bloom. Lin Yue knelt in the center of the hall, his head lowered. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said lightly, "After all, it is destiny that cannot be violated."
All the good birds are hidden in the bow, and the cunning rabbit dies and the good dog is cooked.
Also, now that the world has been pacified, what's the use of having a God of War?
He became famous at a young age and had great military exploits. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be a prominent general throughout his life. I just fell in love with someone, someone I shouldn't like.
Fan Jing said coldly, "Put General Dingbei in prison for treason and be executed at a later date." He looked cold and terrifying, not at all like the little prince in Lin Yue's memory. Lin Yue raised his head, his expression returned to expressionless, and he kowtowed to the ground and said loudly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." It was particularly loud in the silent hall. Maybe it was because he had seen too few people, and he had never seen through Fan Jing.
As he was being pressed to the prison, plum blossoms fell on his palm. He stared blankly, everything seemed like a dream, and warm liquid dripped on his palm. He suddenly realized that the throne was too cold, and the coldness penetrated into Fan Jing's bones. He smiled softly, as if remembering their first meeting, and the wind blew his long hair, and he shivered. He sighed, "This winter is really colder than previous years."
General Dingbei committed suicide after being imprisoned for a year. The next month, many ministers, led by King Qin, were executed. In the sixth year of Emperor Qingli's reign, in February of Yuan Hongnian, Emperor Qingli died.
Waking up in the snowy night, Lin Yue was shocked to realize that sixteen o'clock had returned to that year.
"If you do it again, it will be a blessing or a curse, Your Highness."
The white snow fell to the ground, and Fan Jing stood under the plum blossom tree. As always, he looked back at Lin Yue and smiled brightly. He said gently, "This time, I want you to be the freest eagle and never be trapped by Tianjing again."
The snow is too heavy, and love and hate are hidden deep in my heart. The endless hatred and involuntary responsibilities are irreversibly passing towards the end of time.
"Read my name one last time and don't call me Your Highness, okay?"
We know each other and love each other but we don't understand each other. Everything we see and desire is dependent.
Lin Yue, your name is the short curse that binds me.
"My mother-in-law said that being able to understand what another person is saying is a rare blessing."
"Do you remember that person's name?"
"I can't remember clearly. I just remember that his figure was very thin and he looked very light, but his tears were very heavy."
It's the wind that has risen and fate has fallen.
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