During the ten years when King Wei went crazy, he was a fool prince whom everyone despised.
Later, he regained his sanity, held great power, turned everything upside down, married a noble wife, and was full of ambition and high spirits.
It seemed as if God was going to repay him for what he had lost, those days when he had nothing.
Those dark, lonely, crazy years that he didn't want to mention were completely gone from him.
It seemed like it was just a dream. After waking up from the dream, there was no trace of it and I could never remember it again.
In this glorious moment, the little maid who had been with him for eight years quietly packed up her parcel and left through the side door.
The little maid was sitting on the bullock cart, holding the package, her calves swaying.
She looked at the capital city, which was submerged in the lavender mist, gradually getting further away, like an ink stain on rice paper, and thought to herself:
The capital city is very big and beautiful, with very wide roads, many, many people, and many, many stories that could never be told in a lifetime.
The capital is very good, but she won't come, never again.
The little maid returned to her hometown, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and chickens and dogs. She taught the children to read and write. There were always children around her, asking her all kinds of questions:
Sister, sister, have you been to the capital? Sister, sister, have you met the prince? What kind of person is the prince?
The little maid always said with a smile that her sister had forgotten about it.
Later, one thunderstorm night, the little maid heard a knock on the door. She put on her clothes, picked up the oil lamp, and pushed the door open a crack. A bright electric light flashed, illuminating a familiar face.
The man who was supposed to be thousands of miles away in the temple in the capital, sitting on a beautiful wife and powerful man, enjoying all the glory and wealth in the world, held his horse and stood quietly in the heavy rain, his body soaked by the rain, his wet hair sticking to his pale cheek, looking miserable and focused.
He looked into her eyes and said softly and slowly:
Qingqing, I'm lost again.
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1. The heroine lives a short pastoral life and talks about love.
2. There is no hzc plot, and there is no slap in the face content. It is a very ordinary farming love story.
Purpose: Living seriously is the eternal answer to life