Xu Lanxi has loved Li Hanxiang all her life.
When I was young, I told him my love, only to be met with deep contempt, "There are so many people who like me, why should I like the worst one?"
She climbed up with all her strength, and he held her concubine's memorial tablet and sneered, "You are good enough, but the best is dead, why didn't you die?"
She accompanied him to ascend to the supreme position, but he brought back a soft little girl who looked exactly like the concubine, "If she dies, there will be someone else, and it can't be you anyway.
In her next life, she would also let him taste heartbreak.
Sweeping with hatred from her previous life, she concealed her identity to be his mentor and confidante, and broke the dream with her own hands.
But he saw that the swordsmanship taught by his Yewu master was against the moon till dawn.
On a certain day every year, I burn incense and play that piece of music, and I pour wine to pay homage to my close friends.
It turned out that all the contempt and cold treatment was just a hard-hearted attitude towards her.
She left resolutely, but she didn't see his figure falling down in despair in the rainy night.
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Li Hanxiang hated the daughter of the Marquis who was given the marriage. The vulgar and savage woman was not as good as the white moonlight in his heart. He does evil in every possible way and only hopes for an early reconciliation.
Until he remembered that in his previous life, he prayed for fifteen years to meet her again, and his hand was still wrapped with a red rope recognizing her after death.
She was lying in the cold underground palace, but the small pavilion where she lived when she was a child welcomed a lost guest.
His long-cherished wish finally came true. The girl who accompanied him through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and made him regret it for half his life was really back.
But he seemed to have lost her again.
Small Theater 1
The cold Prince Annan confided his heart to his confidante, "I was forced to marry a wife, not to mention she was a fat and shrewish woman, and I didn't like her at all. "
But Hongyan's expression changed, "I am not marrying willingly. My husband is a sick and disabled man, not even half as good as me. "
Li Hanxiang praised that they were indeed close friends and felt sympathy for each other.
Just why does she feel so angry?
Small Theater 2
In the pouring rain, he climbed to the ancient temple in the mountains like a bereaved dog, covered in mud, with red eyes to chase the girl back.
The little senior brother who died for her in the previous life held her tightly in his arms.
His hand that drew the sword trembled, "Do the words I said before still count? "
She just gave him a mocking look, as if giving him alms.
He remembered that she had only asked for one thing from him in her previous life, which was to bury her next to that senior brother's tomb.
My heart suddenly tightened.
[I am a hundred times more lonely than others. While others are basking in the sun, I am basking in the moon. When I see the moonlight, I grab it in my hand and never let it go. I don't know that someone once gave me the entire clear sky.]
Reading Guide
1. White moonlight is true white moonlight, you can't love it
2. The future emperor who wants your love at all costs
3. Overhead, privately built like a mountain
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
