Chang'an Is Chang'an Until Death

Rumor has it that Prime Minister Lin's daughter committed regicide and killed her mother. She was demoted to a palace maid for seven years, suffered all kinds of abuse from the imperial concubine, was sent to the border for several years, and died holding her husband's ashes. When Lin Changan heard about this, he was still buying rouge and gouache in Licheng. After hearing about this... Regicide? I just can't stand the suffering of the people. Who makes me have a kind heart? Abuse of a royal concubine? No one knows that I, Lin Changan, have been doted on by Chen Yuanyuan, and that she has fallen out with His Majesty and me more than once. As for the betrothal, I defeated the Qiang tribe, held an army of hundreds of thousands, and successfully rescued my husband-in-law. I put on a good show of a beautiful hero rescuing the hero. I was obviously the one that all the men in the capital dreamed of! ——Lin Changan Little Theater The girl was full of smiles, and every frown was filled with joy. She was carrying someone on her back in the mess again. On the roadside were people frozen to death by the snow and wind, and their blood spread all the way. Her breath was weak, she covered the wound on her body and spoke slowly, "Zhao Xiaolian, it's not a drag. No one has ever been a drag on the other between us." Her steps were shaky, just like the light in front of her. The person holding the lantern was drunk, and no matter how hard she tried to catch her, she couldn't catch any heat. But she was awake and clearly understood that things in the world were really unpredictable, so how could she not go to the end and survive the setbacks alone? Finally, the fragrance of hibiscus flowers spread over the goose feather snow, and she pinched a piece of white snow. It was a good time for the mountains and rivers to meet. ——Chen Yuanyuan Small Theater "The first thing is, never embarrass Chang'an. She can go wherever she wants. You have bullied her for so many years and you can no longer control her. The second thing is that I will not be buried with you after my death, and my tomb will not be connected with you. I like Tangqian Yan. If there is an afterlife, I hope that in a peaceful and prosperous age, I can live in the homes of ordinary people. The third thing is, I want you to give everyone in the world a chance, a chance to start over if you love someone wrong. " ——Ah Qi Little Theater "Later, I met someone, someone I liked. He taught me to read poetry when the weather was nice, the mountains were clear and the water was clear, the moon was shining on the West Lake, and it was a little cold. With my sweetheart, wearing green paint and red clothes, under the lantern, I do my hair on my temples and trace my eyebrows. He taught me that people must have expectations when living in the world, otherwise there will be no tenderness in life and no trace in death. I asked, can I make my own decision for such a lowly person? He said that life is surrounded by seas and seas, mountains and rivers, and endless rivers and lakes. Only then did I understand that life can be lived well. But one thousand taels of silver could buy all the injustices in the world, and buy away all his last bit of pride. The signing was also very resolute, and even death was as simple as taking a glass of poisoned wine on the road, without so much pain. The official said that his last request was to go to Fengyin Pavilion to redeem someone with a thousand taels of silver. All he had to do was tell that person that everything in the world was for profit. Don't blame the men in the world for being as ruthless as paper, but blame the women for their love as deep as the sea. " ? The article is from the perspective of the heroine, and memories, reality, and dreams are intertwined. It may be a little confusing because I wrote everything that came to my mind. You can point out anything you think is strange. Intention: Those who are near water and towers get the moon first. Some people are born with unique blessings. Just like peonies, no one dislikes peonies, from temples to the common people, but people never have to feel ashamed because of their humble origins.