"History is like a person's life. It is often a momentary mistake that creates eternal hatred. Even a thousand years cannot redeem the loss caused by an hour's delay."
Ji Lanming sighed while watching "When the Human Stars Shine" on the train. A millennium empire disappeared, leaving endless memories for future generations, so that later it became an empire and fought for the legitimacy of Rome...
Speaking of which, Constantine 11 was too miserable. The emperor was worse than the mayor. How could he win in the beginning of hell?
She turned off the screen and closed her eyes to rest. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was tied up and kneeling on the street, with a sign for sale...
Looking at the exotic streets and the people with tall noses and deep eyes, she looked at her body. The good news was that her soul had penetrated, but the bad news was that she was about to be sold.
Then a young man bought her, and she planned to marry him. Unexpectedly, she married him twice...
When he proposed for the third time, she was unwilling even to death.
"The Ottomans even fought under the city gate and started a palace fight!"
She felt aggrieved when she thought about being killed twice. It was nothing more than three!
He wants to be the last emperor, and she doesn't want to be the last queen.
There is only one city left, can we still push it back? Ji Lanming thought as he stood on the towering Theodosian wall with a sword at his side. She looked at the man next to her, whose brows were showing signs of frost. He had done well enough and couldn't do any better.
On May 29, 1453, the Ottomans had captured the city.
Before the last charge, his sword-covered hand held hers, and he said, "Do you know what my wish is now?"
Ji Lanming only knew that he and she were going to die soon. He had just finished the last mass. Is there anything else?
"What I want most now is to go with you to the apple tree outside the gate of St. Romanus, and we can pick apples and eat them together."
He showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, as if the wind and frost swords of these years had faded away, and he was back to the age of 20 when he met her.
She was surprised and then smiled, "Okay! Let's go pick apples and eat them now!"
He took off his old purple robe, and his silver armor was dazzling. He and she were like two white birds, holding sharp swords and rushing towards the mountains and seas of Ottoman soldiers.
Legend has it that the last emperor of the Roman Empire did not die for his country. An angel in white descended to earth and turned him into a marble statue and buried him under the golden city gate. As long as people wait patiently, when the right time comes, the angel will bring him back here...
"You will return like lightning,
The whole country celebrates together,
earth, sea and sky,
Be illuminated by your light.
I will be dressed in white,
I will touch you again,
Your light and my heart,
I love you so much. "
Purpose: One hundred thousand spirits are weeping. When will the purple-robed king return?