The breeze lifted up a strand of hair, and she danced gracefully under the tower, like a fairy flying into the sky.
But as she danced, tears of sadness flowed from her eyes.
Looking back on the past, it is vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.
My original intention was to pursue love, but I didn't expect to get involved in someone else's fight for the throne.
It seems that I am the winner, but it only seems that there is no winner in this war.
People in the world always want to divide people into good and bad, but does it matter to us who is a good person and who is a bad person?
Who loses and who wins, does it matter?
When I watched my relatives and friends around me fall one after another, I couldn't do anything, and collapsed in an instant.
A battle for the throne and a battle for love resulted in the loss of soldiers and generals.
It took one night for me to transform from a beauty to "Daji".
In the most painful time, no one came to comfort me, only endless abuse and ridicule of national subjugation.
"You are a witch!"
"It's because of you that His Highness was arrested!"
"Witch! Beauty is a disaster! You shouldn't be alive!"
"The bitch who lost her country!"
"It was you who brought down the country!"
……
This kind of language lingers in my ears.
The breeze blew again, caressing her face gently, as if comforting her.
The "Jinghong Dance" has not yet finished.
The wound was slowly healing. When she looked up at the tower, she saw a man.
He stood on the tower and looked at me dressed in red, his eyes full of love and doting.
No matter how tortuous and difficult the process was, he and I walked through it hand in hand.
He was once a cold-faced and iron-blooded general, but because of my hard work, he changed.
Become more talkative and love me more.
I also became the most important person in his heart and became the exception among his many rules.
Outside, he is all-powerful and in charge of a country. At home, he is a typical "harbinger of ears" and "strict control of his wife."
In order to protect me, I would rather get hurt, be wronged, and let me misunderstand him than leave me behind.
When I encounter difficulties, he will always stand in front of me. I am not being hypocritical. I was once a dead soldier and I have never seen anything like this.
I have told him, but he still treats me as a child and must always be by my side.
Huh? The dance is over.
They say that "Jinghong Dance" is only for the person you love most in your life, and I did it.
No more talking...
He has come down from the tower... And is walking towards me...
Remember, I am nine thousand years old
Last name: Rong
Name: Chu Yao
The hibiscus blooms for the first time, and the beautiful trees grow in the Yaolin forest.
Words: Mu Qing
No.: Xueqing
He came to pick me up...
The green water is worry-free and wrinkled by the wind, and the green mountains are old and white with snow.
Purpose: Not everyone wants to be an emperor, and not all women should be weak and weak.
