When the superficially pampered, but actually sober, bold little princess meets the superficially gentle, but actually full of calculation and coldness, Miss Mu's family, what kind of sparks will they create?
Wen Shiqinghuan stepped on the red ground covered with blood, among the blood and heads everywhere. Showing off his red clothes, he danced like a free butterfly on the land surrounded by blood.
She danced over and over again, and as she danced, the figure of the wolf-like woman resolutely jumped down from the tower appeared in front of her eyes.
That patch of red seemed to be eroded by blood, but the patch of red in her memory was a little deeper than this patch of red. Chu Yu quietly looked at the dancing princess who was standing on the outside looking at the pool of blood.
She seemed to be a silent knight guarding her master, and the princess she wanted to protect had long since passed away with the death of the little daughter of the Mu family.
The two stood silently in this hellish red ground, except that one was dancing and the other was looking at the blood on the ground and heads everywhere.
There are expressions of ignorance in the young, fear in the old, and unwillingness in the youth in that head. It's just that those expressions are like specimens, fixed in their lives.
When Chu Yu looked at those heads, he suddenly thought of the Mu family. They were the same way. But their expressions were not like this, because when they saw each other again.
They disappeared in the sea of fire, and she didn't even see her girl for the last time. Because there was no trace of her body, it slowly dispersed. She didn't even have a chance to commemorate her.
On the spring day of March next year, the pampered princess finally lowered her head just to pray for her beloved. Ask the Buddha to forgive her sin of drinking at night.
Also to seek marriage for her and her next life. From then on, the little princess who had been pampered and carefree all her life was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, often chanting sutras and praying to the Buddha, hoping that the Buddha would forgive Mu Shijiu and the sins on her hands.
That year, Princess Anhe was feared, hated, and looked down upon by everyone in the world. He formally escaped into Buddhism and warmed up the wine. End a life.
If she had it to do over again, she would be willing to accept the "Princess Wenshi" from the eldest daughter of the Mu family under the cherry blossom tree that spring.
Intention: Can love that is not recognized by the world really not exist?